Kit Kelen #74 - home

74

home

is the terror

of 'all my fault'

it jungles up

found frog at window

the sky pours on

like an ancient easter

so much shelter now

you get close to the thing

then you know the drift

the horror of the boxes

more shelter = more stuff

cosmos is saying

'never buy anything ever again'

I am lost

in the old tracks conjured

conjured and grown to the weather

now gone

everything grows to cut

and mistletoe damp

molded in

I hear that rain come for me

grim comfort

and celebration of roof

that was packed

in a box as well

and came across

the seas

the rain 

I mean 

not the roof