my hands grasp
the swollen moon
clutching tight
a cratered balloon
white knuckled
gripping the string
as it desperately
tries to take wing
scattered across
calligraphy dreams
devoid of hopes
effused by moonbeams

home is where
i hang myself
a scratchy rope
at the end of
a dark hallway
comfort in the
eternal embrace
gravedirt under
my fingernails
a wilted rose
sadly facing
down towards
the eagerly open
gates to hell
home is where
the heart is
a place of
safety from
a world of
smiling agonies
home is where
you hang your hat
where you
hang your head
where you practice
knot tying
home is where
the end beckons
home is where
you unpeel the
human disguise
hang your skin
to slither about
unencumbered

my hands grasp
the swollen moon
clutching tight
a cratered balloon
white knuckled
gripping the string
as it desperately
tries to take wing
scattered across
calligraphy dreams
devoid of hopes
effused by moonbeams