Coming home is terrible
whether the dogs lick your face or not;
whether you have a wife
or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you.
Coming home is terribly lonely,
so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure
back where you have just come from with fondness,
because everything's worse
once you're home.

You think of the vermin
clinging to the grass stalks,
long hours on the road,
roadside assistance and ice creams,
and the peculiar shapes of
certain clouds and silences
with longing because you did not want to return.
Coming home is just awful.

And the home-style silences and clouds
contribute to nothing
but the general malaise.
Clouds, such as they are,
are in fact suspect,
and made from a different material
than those you left behind.
You yourself were cut
from a different cloudy cloth,
ill-met by moonlight,
unhappy to be back,
slack in all the wrong spots,
seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn.

You return home
moon-landed, foreign;
the Earth's gravitational pull
an effort now redoubled,
dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders
etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead.
You return home deepened,
a parched well linked to tomorrow
by a frail strand of...


You sigh into the onslaught of identical days.
One might as well, at a time...

You're back.

The sun goes up and down
like a tired whore,
the weather immobile
like a broken limb
while you just keep getting older.
Nothing moves but
the shifting tides of salt in your body.
Your vision blears.
You carry your weather with you,
the big blue whale,
a skeletal darkness.

You come back
with X-ray vision.
Your eyes have become a hunger.
You come home with your mutant gifts
to a house of bone.
Everything you see now,
all of it: bone.

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Bonedog_I'm Thinking of Ending Things (1/3)
Festival_Deux Filles
Todo Lo Que Querías Saber_Mabe Fratti
Birds_Deux Filles
Bonedog_I'm Thinking of Ending Things (2/3)
Bonedog_I'm Thinking of Ending Things (3/3)
Walk Alone_Quit Life
When We Kiss_Bardeux
mon morceau de track_Macmann
J'ai Le Cœur En Joie, J'ai Le Cœur En Peine_Chantal Goya
Tamatave_Roberto Musci
Silence & Wisdom_Deux Filles
Damascus_Mikey Enwright
When Its Cold I'd Like To Die(Moby)_Drumloop
Love Theme_vangelis
Final scene, "Tears in Rain" Monologue_Blade Runner