No One Knows the Neighbours' Names

Yeah
I’m running away
somewhere no

one knows
the neighbours’ names;

to quaint locales no pen
pal described, where I’m never
compelled to stay
but don’t

ever dare depart.

A cabin ‘way from madness,
four walls static as
the forest they
interrupt.

A place my gut is okay with
the hunger each lover
ignited
for
something brighter
than
bondage.

State of recovery the
injury ain’t bludgeoning
the rehab; where all I once
had isn’t
lost but
unshackled,
given its freedom and
sent into
battle.

Like the apple
that ejected Adam from
Eden and Eve from
believing
in something
bigger,

I’ll pull the
trigger and start
again.

This place blacker than
Mordor; let me escape, por
favor and I’ll never
record another
word to your
detriment.

Three thousand
of them cannot adequately
reconcile how
vile the tastes my
tongue’s adopted
are.

There’s a cloud
hanging above
my hearth
and my heart is
falling toward
outlying
plains

in the midst of running
somewhere

nobody knows
the neighbours’
names.

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