Back To That Midnight City

life, well is a truism
not to bother repeating
if the gist of it
makes me think of a triptych
that reads like phrenology
over the space of a few years
domestic scenes with
me in my cap settling
for the obvious choice
when it was the proper thing
baby, don’t you want to go
to that home we once
tried out back in the day
i’m better off now