september

to wander, to wander, to wander.

to seek out a place I can live safely in.

to seek out a place I can love safely in.

how much longer will it take?

or am I searching in the wrong world?

I’ve been so lost, oh dear lord
so lost.
what have I done?

I stumbled aboard a plane,
fifty pounds weighing upon my spine
and watched the buildings, the faces, dissolve below me.

i was picking out swimming pools from 10000 feet
ed harcourt echoing in my floating ears
trying to fight back tears
as rainbows ringed above us.

we landed amidst a wasteland of red
and my life shuddered to a stop