Spiral Twist

Home is where the rain is soft and soothing

Home is where the comfort is confusing

Chase the cord and burning bridges following tracks across my hand

Home is moving in the wrong direction

Animated statue eyes are blinking

Reflex of asphyxiated thinking

Suspended summers badly destructed out of touch I'm out of reach

Struck by a car

Crushed by a tree

Fork in my tongue

Blossom sleep

I snap the rope, snap the wrist

Feel it in my ear the spiral twists

This is the time when our minds begin stalking

Jamming along when the lips have stopped talking

Simple people, simple needs

Fingers finger, endless pleas

Chortling benediction then, hear this circling spiral swing

Home is moving in the wrong direction

Home is moving in the wrong direction