Broken Home
Home, where I
brought home with me
all the house—
a sad geography, thinking
to have found a home
but not being home—
gone somewhere else
as angry.
Poems on the topic: home
Poems on the topic “home” on Poets.by.
Double Dutch: two poems
An off day, an in day,
a be-at-home day.
I am my things.
I let this day down.
Selective Memory
This morning at home, looking over
the remains of our past:
where did I patch the house,
where did I paper?
Homeless
I bury a friend at the green
bone of the day.
I think myself one without a bed.
In/formal
I talk with my dog
where I talk to the king:
privately.
Between home and bed.
Rain House
Is rain a good house, sunshine a good car?
I have one home.
Mining region
in the heart of the country
we expect no ambassador
coming here is coming home to ore
and the ordinary feast
I am put in mind of a marsh with all
the all they name nothing in it
Winnings
pink in the east
as I go home
a small win at cards
Lake-dweller
with morning
comes the joy of a loon
the silver of home
Leaving the cellar
we make the cellar a private place
dig the cellar again
dig the cellar from one side to the other
and go upstairs to grow old
I wish for night
instead of all the good things
which own our home
Afterglow
in the dark home
the embers discharge their own
great city
Las Californias, 1769
the land has been our home
they have walls
in every mind a box
they call God
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