Family of Choice

30 more senseless minutes left,

All to voyage home to the empty basin

With a roof and shutters that I turn down everytime

I am there.

I keep searching for home in dark bars,

Cubicles, sunrises, lover’s mouths,

Fruitful landscapes, sensual touches and

Disposable memories.

Home is a state of mind

And I have gone bonkers

Trying to solve the last puzzle piece.