Electric Homes

you got to remember
that you’re loved and cherished
you just don’t feel it right now
you just don’t feel it yet
can’t trust that compass because i’ll lead you astray
for the self-denigration
for that self-annihilation
you ask yourself how you’ve survived
for the last two and a half decades
and you still write fiction
just to blow off some friction
granted dispensation
but with those feathers entwined with these vines
you wrap your hands around that electricity
coursing through your high ways
while trying to stitch up your own side
stringing yourself up like a marionette
but pain won’t be your puppeteer
if you collapse your hand to the medal siding
and follow that train cart, trusting that engine driver
you’ll make head way off to the edge of the world, 

 back home 


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