My poem "Listening to Patti Smith" won runner-up for poetry this year and one of my other poems won an honorable mention. Poetry readings and award ceremony at Collected Works Bookstore on April 30th 2015 at 6pm. http://www.collectedworksbookstore.com/
Listening to Patti Smith
is like dreaming life, through her eyes.
Open-hearted, you take her hand
trusting her, your wild mother,
she promises to wake you up when she’s all
done. She’ll tell you fairytales,
whisper them gently in your ear:
Her lyrics a sacred savory wafer that falls from
the tip of her tongue. She
like you, loves the boys
guitars and sonic noise, like you she wears
comfy old man jacket and boyfriend’s tie
a holy mess, her holiness—
could you ever be as holy as her?
Her hot breath blows like an angry storm
through your stereos loud speakers,
her words a wind that slaps you across the face
leaving throbbing welts of wisdom.
You feel guilty for such a pleasure
like a sinner,
“G - L- O - R- I- A, Gloria!”
You’re not disappointed when
the dream is over, but finally wide awake when
you grab for a microphone, of your own.
words by Lorraine E. Leslie ©