Ode to the Hoot

Trembling floors
Rock-steady beats
Now are our heartbeats
Thick green air
Psychotic laughs
Drag through the walls
Elusive balcony
Effusive stars
Wait to hear
Our silly wishes

But the most unlikely place
To call home
Is the only one
Felt as if it were

Ogres and princesses
Souls made of dawn
Minds made of dusk
Birds against planes
Us against everyone else
And the oven groans and threatens
One day you're all gonna blow

But even if it all disappears
It'll remain the most unlikely place
To call home
And the only one
Felt as if it were

We begged for weapons
We prayed for peace
Sweated sins in the cave of lust
We ran in the light
We flew within the dark
Jumped borders for the shake of it

Just to conclude
That the most unlikely place
To call home
Is the only one
Felt as if it were

In the attic of my brain
That's where we are
Chilling out from sun to sun
Sharing thoughts and exhaling grins
Rolling dreams and cracking tins
With the moon above
And the loons below
All by the hand
In the attic of my brain