im a bastard and i cant spell

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

POEM about home

we cleared the land and built it, moved in and called it home.
i no longer think of it as home. it is a place i go and act like a husband father and repairman
then i mentaly moved back home to my childhood home where i grew up. we sold that last year.
where is home where your heart is? where is mine?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

pulled the band tie tight a few minutes ago (non ratcheting side) realized it would take a lot of pulling gave myself a headache but it takes a lot to cut off air. guess the shotgun is my best option

8:18 AM  

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