Tuesday, 22 February 2011


Left my home

Town now I’m

Back to a city

Where I work

It isn’t home

And where

I shower and sleep

Isn’t either

Here there

Is no family


Of comfort

Familiar spooks

Where I close

The door open

This world splitting

Time between

Here and where

Life started before

Drunks and girls

Before wheels

Fell off and my first

Spoonful of *saudade.

*Portuguese for a strong longing.

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