Home, Sweet Home
HOME, SWEET HOME
The rusty radiator leaks,
paint peals in sodden streaks,
sharp mouse, beneath bleak floorboards, squeaks,
the end result just reeks!
Warped window panes, if not antiques,
are holey, front door creaks,
we’re far too far from chic boutiques,
unknown are arab sheiks.
The port side neighbour seldom speaks
to cliques to starboard, piques
between old hippies and poor geeks
seem standard stress techniques.
Their frequent quarrels rise to shrieks,
as each one 'justice seeks'.
I haven't lived here many weeks,
Warm rooms elsewhere lost soul now seeks.
21 June 1975 revised 22 February 2009
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HOME, SWEET HOME
The rusty radiator leaks,
paint peals in sodden streaks,
a mouse, beneath the floorboards, squeaks,
the end result just reeks!
The neighbours' quarrels rise to shrieks,
as each one 'justice seeks'.
I haven't lived here many weeks,
Warm rooms elsewhere my soul now seeks.
21 June 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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