Distorted Terrain by Mark Tulin

Previously appeared on Pencliff.

held hostage in the backseat of my dysfunctional family

surrounded by borderlines
and controlling geeks

keep calm, I would say to myself
you could get through this

year after year
shattered windows, holes in the walls

they don’t know any better
but I do, I’m aware

just play their game
and let them have the wheel

let them think
I’m a part of their insanity
so they don’t call me a freak

as we travel in our metaphorical van
moody woods
and distorted terrain,
I offer to drive.