This Is Not Home... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is really something
wrong

a hand misplaced in the ear
a head below the right foot

there is a wrong note
in the song
the ear is about to
go crazy

something is missing
we know it
the good man is in prison
no one minds

the hammer falls on the
wrong corner of this building
one sleeps soundly
mistaken as another dead bully

there is really something wrong
here
but i do not mind it anymore

there is nothing to understand
this is not my place and i am
bound for another train tomorrow.

i do not mind, this is not home.