I WANNA GO HOME
I wanna go home…
on my lips,
through their eyes,
behind my old truck
spinning down dirt roads,
my Yellow Rose
waiting on the front porch,
her dress unbuttoned…
in the backyard.
The months go by like flaming moths in my room.
Darkness lit only for moments by their flickering
dives to the floor. My bare feet absorbing their crashes.
I am a giant of loneliness. Hacking away at words.
All my plans have followed the world mood to be
in the action, center of interest, doer of the deed.
On my bed I collapse, pulling my captured clouds
over as blankets. My dreams meshing with everyone
born of this age. We are losers…
Oh God, are you there?
Unravel me. Pat me on the butt. Set me free
to try again, win your favor, understand this step
Could you do that to us?
Make a place to fry our bones?
I don’t want to go there.
Please, lead me to a paradise
where I can start over.
But give me a head-start this time…
Tell me what it’s all about.
And don’t let Eve be so sneaky.
Or give me a little more brains.
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