ContemplativeDave BontaFlâneurday lay on a hill as I walked here and there in no great haste to go home looking ought to be a continued thing another supper
CheerfulDave BontaHome bodythe office made me love to stay at home sitting up after supper as fat and full as a bell of plague
ContemplativeDave BontaSoledadeswho could be whole all alone and not fight with some possible faction in the mystery of his possible mind or let his body suffer another great love we shall all be sunk after plundering for imperfections who having seen a sea stays at home
AnxiousDave BontaSafe spacegoing where we are safe as a lamb brought to table in our sandwich selves as Eve within Adam who is even at home
SadDave BontaHard travelercrying might take one home with it on new springs where now this journey out-drives any ruts but not so easy I drove myself to be merry talking of travel
ContemplativeDave BontaDonationgive me to a body farm a body to watch day and night a no-body more other than a dog better than my own vexed home
SadDave BontaFosteragethe lying fire burning all night pretending to scour but having nothing to come home to
DreamyDave BontaImmigrant songsun and din of the afternoon I come home singing and it is our Italy where always we pray to be
SadDave BontaJude the Obscureup and to my ash the unhappy ever new in my life if I were clear I would understand nothing so I do a weary elsewhere business at home