There's no place like...


where the heart is

follow the broken pieces strewn about

on the yellow brick highway


is Apartheid



where the wind blows

there is something stirring here

pick up the pieces and run to\the nearest place

where they do not know your name


you’ll be safe


here you may start anew

an anonymous anomaly

fresh beats for your heart

for which there is no home


we all go to hell

in our dreams

and wake up and wake up


like babies outside the placenta

always leaving

living life searching for connections

yet long ago we cut the cord


so how are we to know

where home is

if every-time we enter

we are again expelled