Disjointed Thoughts On The Journey Home

He walked past the bus stop
For a second I hoped
He would be getting on my bus
But he walked on by

Nobody goes my way
Except Sarah
Who went home at lunchtime

It could be this journey
Every day the same
For two years

Staring out of the window
A videotheque
It could be like a movie i saw
But movie stars are cool for cats

Old lady
Sits next to me too close
I should have sat on a single seat
She has no sense of space

A dead sense alive
I smell her
Wrinkled, I’d hate to be old

The sun light
Glares in my eyes
An angel stares at her hands
Oh, what have you done?
Your fearsome beauty turns
With the day
Flip the switch and with darkness
The lights illuminate so tacky

Your beauty gone
It would seem
The things you can’t see scare you
Don’t even blink

It always seems longer
Than yesterday
Will I ever get home?

To escape now
Walk and be late
Or hold out
It feels like a deep question

Burn, burn the sun
Into my eyes
Like the hair colour
I yearned from a bottle
Or sunflowers

Sunflower girl
If I could turn back time
For those words
I lost the sheet
I lost the photos
Where is the key? Returned

Walking now
One long straight road
I’ve walked too much
My road home

I could be straight-laced
But it would only be
Façade
The lies you put out

Familiarity
Recognition of this
An alien environment
That I call home

I wonder what it is like to fly
Pigeons and crows
I wonder what it is like to die
The other side of the stream
Blood flows but mine
I open the door to this
An empty house.