I lived between two houses but never in one
I lived between two houses that are now torn down
One was a house of comfort and safety where love was material and monetary value
Where it snowed fluffy clouds and undercover secrets unspoken
The other was a house of noise and sudden danger
Where God’s wrath thundered and roared loud
In the first house I saw familiar faces with fake phony smiles
In the second one was filled with those I knew and kin to
It was a house of many wild eyed cat’s hippy’s and strangers
Still no one was around to rescue and save me from danger
Between the two of these appeared another
The home of my father and demented stepmother
I was moved from house to house to house
With no say so in the matter
I did not count I did not matter
I fell from safety
Into danger
Into a house of horror
where there was no tomorrow
Screaming was useless and unheard and feelings didn’t matter
The house of my screams
The house I burned to the ground with a nickels worth of gasoline
I lived in these houses but never in one
Outside of all these houses I sat on the curve
Intoxicated from my father’s hypodermic poison
Cursing my mother for pushing me out