Homeless isn’t Airtight.
The half baked moon
Sat on an overcooked sky
As it watched over this world
With its one lazy eye
The silhouettes and shadows
The coffins and the cute
The tripped up drunken metaphors
as it chews up what is mute
Drifting clouds a weeping
As gravity shows no fear
And the settlers are not sleeping
And nobody is coming near
Homeless isn’t airtight
Lives are never sealed
You can close your eyes all you want
But you will never conceal
A yawning sun
Behind curtains drawn
Slowly waking up
To being born
The silhouettes and shadows
Sow the seeds of knitted flesh
An army of paradox’s
Marching awkward in this mess
The wind is on inspection
Maybe god has sent a ghost
It has no sense of direction
And the guesswork of a host
Who pays the dues of fortune
Who created this moral debt
Whose wolf barks out at the moon
To make it easier to forget
Homeless isn’t airtight
Lives are never sealed
There are no doors for you to shut
Or an axe for you to wield
Life makes up every bed
Not knowing what is fair
If you are homeless in your head
You can be homeless anywhere
©SJ2010
