Spiral Twist

Home is where the rain is soft and soothing

Home is where the comfort is confusing

Taste of cordite burning bridges

Swallowing tracks across my head



Home is moving in the wrong direction



Animated statue eyes are blinking

Reflex of asphyxiated thinking

Suspended submerge badly disrupted

Out of touch I'm out of reach



Struck by a car

Crushed by a tree

Fork in my palm

Glass in my spleen

I snap the rope, snap the wrist

Here in the ether spiral twists



This is the time when our minds begin stalking

Jammering on when our lips have stopped talking



Simple people, simple needs

Fingers finger, endless beads

Tolling benediction bell, hear this earthly spiral swell



Home is moving in the wrong direction

Home is moving in the wrong direction