home is where the heart is
and they talk about
the circle of life.
But home feels
more like a tomb,
which may be the final residence
but it’s no damn circle.
But, then again,
home is where the heartache is:
it’s piles of scorched possessions
and the relentless upkeep unkempt.
But, after all, I’m a rolling stone
so I’ll leave that moss behind.