circles

birthing across the demure blue of island sea,

lucky throw of empty beer bottle by  a sad, ragged boy on the pier. Ships

unmoored, dragging their anchor up for tv. cities.  tv. countries      boy, looking on.

silhouetted picture of life imitating art,

happiness construct its own smile, its own castles

on naked, red unashamed dirt,

places stumbled upon, Transmuted into

comfort, reclining between thistles, rocks, A pillowed backpack

dreaming bigger dreams of  a better home,

washed away by dreaming, familiarity is felt for      cracked off piece of

recessed switch, in an electric room suspended from main grid,

Home,  labored moan, of mythical places where ships on hunting

safaris, capture what was free, caged trophies,

Home, a howl for more hallucinogens,

a cardboard bed in Manhattan, a scream, as the homeless is carted

away, and city’s gold street is scrubbed, washed of the infringement,

Home. Underpass stumbled upon

                  under

big bridge, New graffiti about mythological repatriation to a moment gone,

Home. A lazy hammock,

languid between coconut trees,

Home. Thousands of miles across thousands of seas….