Backs of Houses

something about

the backs of houses

not backyards

as much as

the area right behind

the house

where people often throw

their shit, store it

forget it

makeshift sculpture

gardens

all the crap

you need to make a

life

but then i guess you don't need to make it

anymore

you just need a place

for it to be out of your sight

like today a whole

damn sectional

sofa

out there

in the sun

and a busted bookshelf

toys

carpet rolls

bbq grills upside down

so on

so forth and i thought

about

e.t.

that machine he built to

phone home

out of

a nasty umbrella

an old record player

a speak n spell

a coathanger

all that shit emanating

that one message

across

galaxies

about going

home

and even how when

you're home

you are always

trying to go

somewhere else