home is where the heart is

I have built so many homes

each one is made for a different purpose

but they are all mine

For the butterflies in my life

I have a home

in a gold wagon

with a missing metal heart

but it smells like cigarettes (roses) and hope

and i found myself on the highway

with only the life inside an engine to guide me

so its became a home

When the weight of exisiting

bares down on me

like the curse

brought down on atlas

I have a home

in the three bullets

that are woven

on a necklace

above my lungs

they remind me

of a girl with blue hair

and a heart so big

and warm

who survived because of love

and these bullets

are all the times

i almost didn't

For the lonely days

i have a home

in the sky;

the soft milky colors of the sunrise,

the infinity of the stars,

the company of the moon,

and the taste of a cigarette (joint) on my lips

as i watch the sunset

from my favorite hill

made of history

and a cross that shines

on me no matter where i go

My favorite home

is inside

a maroon jacket

its warm and large

and drapes over me

like sunlight

it feels like a hug

from the person i love the most

and inside its many pockets

i store my heart