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POEM: I just want to go home, that’s all

I just want to go home, that’s all

I just want to go home, that’s all
sit on my futon couch reading a book
poop in my toilet with nobody listening
I want to walk from the bed
to the bathroom with no clothes on
drink tea out of my own mug
fill up my rice cooker then listen
for the click that means it’s time
to make avocado and cucumber rolls
eat them with my own hashi
on a plate I brought back from Japan
I’m tired of saying “on tour”
when I mean “homeless”
I even threw away my bed because
it didn’t fit in my tiny UHaul storage space
it was a comfortable bed, even at the end
when all that was left was my mattress
stacked on top of your mattress

5 September 2012
Ottawa, Ontario
Canada

Published in Jazz Or Bust Tour My poems Poetry

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