I sit and sink in frothy cement
The Pacific view tells me to go home
The Pacific view tells me to go home
I am no more here
than there
and no more deaf than mute
to the cacophony of what awaits
inside
that murky tsunami.
than there
and no more deaf than mute
to the cacophony of what awaits
inside
that murky tsunami.
A stranger to my own birth land
a wistful nostalgia
waiting for a plane turbine to crash
into my bedroom
a wistful nostalgia
waiting for a plane turbine to crash
into my bedroom
One day I'll catch a flight out
and be so much more there than
here
and be so much more there than
here
I'll be dragged down the
wormhole
and I finally won't have so much salt water
in my ears
so I'll be able to hear more than
wormhole
and I finally won't have so much salt water
in my ears
so I'll be able to hear more than
Waves of time,
patient solitude,
and city bus benches.
patient solitude,
and city bus benches.
