Sunday, September 27, 2015

Three Clichés

They say
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.