centripetal home

gliding back, over city streets
humming over the white dusting
that beats the tar into sleep
feeling home between silent monoliths
a place that inevitably feels foreign
but has become familiar, broken in
that it and I from this point on
will be able to sit down and gaze
while we shoot the shit together
a twelve gauge through the bowel
messy brown streak up Hennepin
and imaging later on a visit
I could explain all my feelings
by pointing out a car window
a laugh about some story
squinting through the past
sunlight glaring off a sky scraper
but maybe it's futile,
too easy to imagine
better to ponder and enjoy the rest
take a picture write a caption
play it safe keep risk locked down
lets just let hope
throttle on endlessly
find something besides a city
to break in,
while sleeping away a dream
centripetal