Home….

I can hear his voice on days like this

like the whisper and the anti-christ

at home

coming through a fine silk resemblance

of myself

inherits my tone and the bottomingless

culture we find when we belong

home grown

and there is nothing

ever known

to that tale

and its home

again

and the meaningless

alone

finding the wrinkle in the tune

to be my knew one…

One Response to “Home….”

  1. Jeffrey Says:

    Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on Jen and juice
    Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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