Back home:
Back home after sharing dingy citycentre furnished flats with friends
for years,
Back home after parties allnightlong burning out only as the
streetsweepers met the dawn,
Back home after getting up in the lazy hazy August afternoon to smoke sweet
grass for eleven hours, an epiphany of inarticulate joy
Back home after living on toast or breadnbutter two whole days then
finding ten pounds to buy steak,
Back home after lush afternoons in the June park with freeflying
frizbees and daisychain wristbands,
Back home after your entire body exhalted to greet the dawn from the
fresh tang of salt-strewn beach,
Back home after finally meeting someone who had read Nietzsche Kerouac Marx
Larkin Eliot Ginsberg Burroughs Keats,
Back home after feeling the vibrancy of the earth beneath your glowing
feet as the trees breathed around you and grass sprang under your
step,
Back home after scummy bars with 50p drinks and seeing the madness of
white stilettos and handbag dancing,
Back home after meeting more people you liked than expected
existed,
Back home after quick-flitting from overdue rent, kitchens crammed with rotting binbags, and voracious lizard-landlords,
Back home after some sublime communion with everyone coming together at
that special time that you'll never forget, a generational surge, an
infinite instance of our search for each other where, just for a
little, we found it.
Back home to suffocating suburbia.
Back home to standards and morals and shamed concern at what others
think, and what they think they think.
Back home to fragmented individuals isolate within yearning
bedrooms.
Back home to a life valuing objects so much it daren't touch
them.
Back home to Sky TV sucking your soul out.
Back home to submerged existence, an iceberg of emotion in an ocean of
indifference.
Back home to sterility and the hard unregenerative soil of half-being.
Back home to heart-flushing memories which feel more real than everyday
lives passing inanely before you - a glowing residue, time's trace
burnished brightly as you recall the glory and splendour and anarchy of youthful exhuberance, the scent of sapfilled trees and flowering shrubs of August.
