homecoming
(I don't write this in bitterness; far from it. This is observational.)
sanctuary once with soft bed
homecoming now turned to dread
we both wait
who first drops dead
is it home if you
don't want to it steer?
stare at the beer
nurse it like scotch
will it to warmth of english hooch
feet won't budge
mamma i'm not comin' home
(well, papa not mamma)
I'm dead before i died
so is he
two people waiting
who'll break?
who'll be first to be dead?