March 18, 2008

going home



i am going home to the gulf in the salty west

i am going home for awhile, i can feel it in my chest
i am going home to see my mothers face
i am going home cause i need a clean slate
i am going home to make morning into a key
i am going home to jump up and wrestle the sea
i am going home for windows and shining moons
i am going home to face a hard truth
i am going home to hear her say zendagi
i am going home so that i can apologize
i am going home for sticks, and rocks, and shoots, and ladders
i am going home today and nothing else matters
i am going home with monarchs and bare feet
i am going home to 3 flights and it comforts me

2 comments:

  1. YOU ARE SO SPECIAL...JUST LIKE YOUR MOM...

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