yakksoho
Bluelighter
Early morning sky
Black as death
Illuminated only by the
Turbulence of light
The cackling wind
The firefly clouds
Are all taking me back to one night in the dark
My cat walks the halls
Like a perpetual ghost
Her crazed deaf shriek
Obliterating the silence
The deep black sky is pilfered
Stolen away by light
As the flickering heavens
Explode
And the flooded streets glisten
Ornamentally
With each thrash of thunder
A wooden house
With a slanted floor
Dim lights
And a skipping record
Tattered upholstery
Staring into
The face of a cobweb
Ostensibly real
Am I in
Another dimension
I am at home
The sudden changes
Brought on by Fortune
The sound of the sky
Belching out rain
I am back in my house
Across the sea
Looking over the tier
At the phonograph
A needle so old it cannot
Be replaced
And so my home
Cannot be replaced by
A plane or a kiss or a few things to eat
The shrieks of the ghosts
The tears in the street
The chill of the night
Where ever I am
Some part of me
Will always be home
22.08.03
