Built a cliché house

on overheard sand

 

opened                                    windows                                 wide

 

life blew whistles in

took my breath

for granted

sent a shiver down my

jelly walls

percussive cutlery

spooned                       forked                         carved

thin air

 

home sweet

collapsed

like a pack of

wolves were blowing it

down

huff, puff

i’m so tired

squeal piggies

 

curtains whip

pane-less frames

 

yesterdays pebble

still a lifted sink plug

where

black as the ace of

crude hid

 

where

I blinded

the girl

who gave me the kiss of

spine

 

blinked blank adder milk clouds

then sprinted away

 

 

 

In the cold light of

me

exposed           houseless

like a spare

person on the beach

I

saw home is where

the heart

 

can hear

 

a                                              stretching                                                        shore

 

a                                              horizon                                                            as far

 

as the eye

can think

 

 

made a front door boat

unlocked my sails

from the abyss

of repair

nailed my colours

to the mast

pushed off

to hear it all before