Is your clock Orange too?
Free Verse Poem
Anthony Burgess came to America on a green card.
We met after we both got robbed during a riot.
We were sleeping on the sidewalk because
we couldn't get into the homeless shelter without identification.
When we asked if we could volunteer
at one of the local thrift stores,
they told us we could
if we agreed to a background check.
So I just decided to call the air conditioner Jesus.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.
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Fig looked at the clock on the wall in the hallway which read 3:30 p.m. The power was still off, the water outside still not gone, and Uncle Georgio still had not made a sound or come out of his room. Fig knew she had to do something at this point. She went to her closet and got her bathing suit and water shoes to wear so that she could attempt to go through the flood water. After she changed into her swim gear, she went to talk to her children.
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