Central heating

Sometimes I’m high bathed
in cricketglow ringing out
into lorain night walking home

And then sometimes I’m mighty
This is elyria ave tighter
than most nights the cops
Someone was shot up there
just last month they were arguing
There’s no safer place in the city
chained to myself

But then also sometimes I complete
a circuit

But then the trees saturate trails then
Sometimes lit by something
cancelling thieves
the strays limp bristled against
august heat their eyes
complete those engorged
moons i dream to drench you

And then i have to walk backwards
all the way home