Bud Petal blogs here, and is also on facebook, twitter, vimeo, and instagram.


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My Home

I looked for my home in a kettle
But it was a sheep in disguise

I looked for my home next to a sycophant
But he kept tugging at my sleeve

I looked for my home camping by the lake
But the wind blew over my tent

I looked for my home in a word salad
If But Why Since Pickle Because

I looked for my home in a synagogue
But the office man told me god died last year

I looked for my home in the deep ocean
But the fish kept stealing all my fins

I looked for home in a shoebox
But all I found were the woes of the avant-garde

I looked for my home in a cuckoo clock
It told me to bide my time

I looked for my home in the land of milk and honey
But it just occupies my mind

I looked for my home in a blot of a ladybug
But she just wanted to be friends

I looked for my home in an idiolect
Silly me

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