on the road it’s easy
to forget what you are
running from
maybe it’s the bills
the bitch
the flooding in your basement
maybe its your dad
your broken freezer, food spoiling
or maybe its just boredom
boredom you are running from
sit across from it though
eat your dinner at night with it
wash your hands with it
sleep in it
harder to ignore when
its real
that’s what happened
to billy.
he came home to it.
after days and days
away from it.
walked into a
heap of shit
because of it
left cold on the
floor of reality
your make believe
he took that job
driving a truck
cuz the semi looked
sharp and it wasn’t
close to home
fuck, nothing was really home
hasn’t been a home to speak
of since sixteen.
just a few days strung
together by fake smiles and
spiked lemonade
home was really just
a cold ditches embrace
bitten by the spiders
and slept on by the snakes
that was his home
