by now

It's taking a sea of will

to pull me from the shore

It's taking too many knocks

to pull me to the door

This seems wrong

I should have been long gone

by now

Everything he knows of family

he learned at the immigration desk

Turns on workbrights

for evening lights

And bamboo cigarette paper

is here to stay

I'll be right back

with an ashtray

From up here I can see

all the swimming pools

your town has to offer

And untilled ground

like wood panels