I Found Home: The Cantab [Lounge] Revisited

Originally Written on April 9th, 2009

Tonight, I lost, and found myself, in their inspired elixirs of language.
And I remembered, that I too, once had a panacea for this madness.
When their tongues hurled truths like chemo,
And their eyes spilled tales of redemption,
I cried for a year lost to cold, library tables,
When I hid out, a drenched barn-cat, in the stables.

I chose the boxcar where, the cattle stand, crammed, no room even, for a tendon to
quiver.
I chose the executioner’s block, my neck unafraid- the historic grooves just waiting to deliver.

But tonight, I carried these disillusioned bones of mine into an embrace that set them afire.
I wormed my way through the unified, the justified, the qualified, the deified,
And I made it, blistering and smoldering with something I thought I’d forgotten altogether.
‘Oh yeaaaah…’ I reflected, as I scanned the subterranean arena bursting with creativity.
I found home.