Circles

i took a ride down to blue
and it wasn't just the way the music beat on
or how the wind knew, just right, how to comb over me,
but i couldn't help thinking back to cold October nights,
warm in my Army-issue jacket studded with my
anarchist declarations and really just jumbles,
the little red car and how fast it could corner,
the smoke from our cigarettes, stale but inviting,
and the way the night never really seemed to end,
at least not right away.
anyway,
what brought me here,
to this country of shine and fast-forward?
it's all new and a little-bit confusing,
and i am better than i've ever been, but still,
i haven't lost the sight of you,
the sight of me back there
-sidewalk drinking and stolen cigarettes,
puffing in the cold.
i don't ask to be taken back again,
and i'm not sure what i'm asking,
if anything,
it's just that i haven't lost sight of you,
of me
back there,
in the little red car,
and it could corner cirlces around me now.