my house started giving off a different smell
since I got used to the thought of leaving
on a journey I never wanted
yet today it seems like I’m obliged to embark on it
to leave the storm inside and out of me
that will be all about it
palpitations and twisted brain coils
in the place where
senseless screams of seagulls, humans, and engines
mean only one thing
you can never stay sober here
usually intoxicated en masse
inhaling, imbibing, intricate inversed ink
to the one I breathe
always away from annoyance
with my taste buds concerned
pangs of perseverance pervading
visual and auditory triggers
stimulating tactile sensations
the ones that you can never see
if you are exposed long enough
to forget everything
at one time interval
occurring from time to time
to remind you that you belong
no matter how hard you tried
to get rid of the sense of familiarity
replaced by hostility
in your own jacal
I think it’s time to go back
***
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