homeland
in the one horse town after all.
same dank yellow on the lights.
one story houses, one story scene.
it is the warmest i have felt in years.
after all of the ambition
all of the glam
the women
the scams
hillbilly
hellbent
searing
and sand.
all has been settled
to elbow room,
and the immediate gaze,
filling stars
lost in haze
of late nights
luminescence
and the aspirations
of
a
demon
said
and
done.
mistakes are made
all of the time
every day.
here keeps it small.
here keeps it inconsequential.
only flesh.
only blood.
only all of what you are.
seems a small price to have
on the chopping block
under the butchers' gaze.