The Poem-Home

I brought from home a bag of poems
Now in the heat they are so still
Now so far from home have I been
I can't take them back
The poems melt like the hail in the rain
I can't let them go like this

No I am not far from home
My poems are my home

My poems are my home
My home is made of heap of poems
There is no state, no god, no man
I bring here my poems a bag of poems
My home is made of poems.

04:01 AM 8/20/2012