These residences are just baseboards and street signs
Without conversation about common interests.
Our spines are torches and our skulls are on fire.
But I bruise in the spotlight.
The minutes spent, making ghost sounds, keep me up for 
I'm less relevant when the words resist and I'm strapped 
to the backseat.
For a list of reason beyond my control, I can't stay.
But this place on tape keeps me away, like a Roman 
Empire.
I'm on holiday from my hometown.