Our bathroom had a heat vent
A dusty vision of heaven
No clothes no needs
just an envelope of heat
And a steady firm belief that
Nothing ever changes
I’m never going to leave this place
Where nothing ever changes
It’s home
We had a hammock
And I would ride it
Like a ship in to the storm
between the two old oak trees
Cicadas made it treacherous
Those alien things and
Eventually we grew too big
To pretend that nothing ever changes
I’m never going to leave this place
Where nothing ever changes
It’s home.
We had this dishwasher
It rumbled & grumbled but it kept things clean
And I would lean
Rest my head & dread the ending of the cycle
You know what that would mean
Chores & homework
nothing ever changes
I never get to leave this place
And nothing ever changes
It’s home
And off to bed
I would dread
The long dark walk
Down the hall
Where I was sure
that shadows crawled
Behind me
From the closet
With the hidden door
I can make it back to my bedroom doorknob…
Watch the clock and
Listen to my freedom tick away
Midnight came & went
And dawn’s so far away
I can’t sleep
What was I supposed to say?
Pray for death
In my sleep
I don’t want Him to take me
Now my bathroom has a radiator
I need to clean it & it costs me cash
Still that envelope of heat
Is something you know it might just get me through the night
nothing ever changes
I don’t want to leave this place
nothing ever changes
It’s home x2
©2016 rob hinkal
