Mom, I'M Home
I can feel my mother’s thoughts
All these miles away
She needs a pick-me-up
So I get on a big machine
Way too big to be in the sky
How does that work anyway?
Centrifugal force attempts to infuse
Your center to your spine
For one moment
The universe holds its breath,
Then lets out a long howl
And follows along behind, sucked back into place
With a pronounced sum of mayhem
The wheels descend and kiss the earth
The kind of kiss that rocks your whole existence
A shocking, wet French kiss
A long tongue that jolts you right out of
Taking life for granted
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