What is home?

When my life has been nomadic.

Institutions built off of odious commerce.

It’s an eternal void - a meaningless nostalgia

Of ideas of what might have been.

Distant nations and hidden identities.

The places I’ve lived and memories captured.

Living between environments and intangible.

While struggling - where is home?

Wooden vessels and commerce

The slow and rapid grinding of souls.

Just trying to get by while

driven by desires and opiates.

Foreign soil among crooked S’s

Ausländer – a familiar sentiment – experience.

Closer to my ancestral origins

They call - yearn for the warmth of colonies.

Blood soaked grounds – lone star state

Fleeting like my whiskey glass.

Home.