this is how we define home:
socrates: home is now, here: a moment;
loma: a philosophical space
maya angelou: between your teeth
rose kapri: where your inhibitions go to rest.
home is not a place but a sound, a book, a bomb,
a hand reaching out for a dream. a state [feeling].
a golden city inside your cranium. home is
the self: a country road: the umbilical cord
to the womb that seeded the soul.
as in home is a yawning house or an empty pocket.
as in warsan’s poem about finding home on a boat.
as in home everything stirs beneath the cloud.
home is hip-hop: hitting the stage & you’d bounce like the world was on hydraulics
(or some other shit).
home is work: (trying to die with a name on your
home is where we bookmark the sun
with the sweat of our brow.
home ain’t here:
because the sky is supposed to be a garden of diamonds.
but here we translate every plane purr to a shallow grave
into which we dive. to thrive.
home is youth. as in campus riots down the way.
how do you yell rebellion with a toothpick in your mouth, kid?
is like yelling !revolution! from the welfare line.
so we understand if you choose to reshuffle your
home is yolo:
parties & live shows modulating into a vibrato peak
& the crowd roars, ascending widdit like an ocean wave.
& the body is a parliament, a house:
the floor is yours now;
orders the speaker to human feet.
home is purple nights. you ever stared at the moon for so long that you become a wave –
felt like you’re being pulled by it?
nature has no translation.
home is the weekend:
you/r gal (the one with dark nipples) & her booty
puffed like brackets;
like a mime gesticulating how vast the universe is.
it was okay being broke as long as we cuddled
all day, yawning, till our breath turned acid
and we recessed for a meal down the café for
more energy to melt our bodies into oceans.
home is ohm:Ω: mom:
drinking: fire from her breakfast cup:
mom’s fire. as in home is when love comes from the
no boulevard in these streets.
on one side
on the other.
somewhat, a typical african hi.story on a loop:
home is [order out of] chaos [theory].
April 17, 2016
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