i don't feel at home anywhere, with anyone
with you, i come closest, but still it's like a house where the walls have been splashed with paint
and there's a constant odour of something rotten like a decaying organ
but at least it's a shelter, a roof

anywhere else i'm just standing in the raging pathway of the elements

no home, no belonging, no comfort
i'm doing all the right things
and seeing no results

i have to do the inevitable and straggle homeless through the streets
but how i would love to have that shelter
even if it was a piece of shit