On a train 26/10/10

Perhaps it's the word 'home',

that I abhor so much,

but that's where I'm going,

and I'll admit that I'm glad.

'Home' reeks of order,

clicks, clunks, 'What Car' magazine,

chores, anchors and domestos.

True home lies deep inside,

where comfort can be found anywhere,

where leashes are cut to ribbons,

where emotions run to a finely honed point,

I won't propose that I'm there,

but, I will purport to knowing the way