Tag: poetry

thecharcoaldragon:

my little brother’s looking for a place to call home
but I think I’m in love with the open road
my car is my four walls and every street is my street
the only home I need is in the tar beneath my feet

I’ve spent at least one night in all the fifty states
no more than four months living in one place
my little brother he just left to settle down
I think I’d go insane in his little college town

but maybe I was wrong about living for the drive
because now it’s been two years since I’ve felt alive
no I don’t think I’m in love with the open road
because it isn’t the place that my brother calls home

home —

explicitsoulmates:

/hōm/ (n.)

1. hot leather and gasoline fumes and
    burnt flesh and old sweat on a motel mattress,
    and off-brand shampoo in a brother’s hair,
    and every ma and pop diner in the u.s. and
    truck stop bathrooms and blood stained fingernails and
    cheap beer in the summer

2. strong coffee and gun powder and
    rotting wood and dried come in shared boxers,
    and sulfur and smoke and
    whiskey in the morning and new asphalt, 
    and love, and love, and

3. love.

— translation: i love you, lola s.