Going Back

No picnic no barbecue out in the back
 A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget
 For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit
 Get lost get lost a part from it
 I can't see through it
 But I can see past
 With me with me always
 Without going back
 Just people and buildings
 Not city or town
 Great lake crooked river
 Flat land water burns
 The air not smoke
 It tears the eye
 Home is where you live
 Home is where you'll die
 I can't see through it
 But I can see past
 With me with me always
 Without going back
 In a glacial slide
 Over ice mirrored glass
 In a slip and past times
 Are in the future brought back
 Reflected reflected reflected
 Every footstep
 No walk in the park
 No there is nowhere
 No place can replace
 What a clear eye reveals
 Soft and hard shaped like a wheel
 Made me of rubber made me of steel
 I can't see through it
 But I can see past
 With me with me always
 Without going back