the leaves will obey no one

jaya suberg

Morning. The light stains the painted window. Frost on the hard ground. The time has come to speak those things that were spoken long ago. So they are remembered. So that the words bite the air again. Rise from the bed and move like a dog moves, or like a fox. Start with just one word. As ridiculous as the plain that fails to meet the horizon. Say one word aloud so that you know you are truly alive, and that this is not a final dream before you die in your sleep. Having said the word, find something or someone that you love. It doesn't matter which, it is the love itself that matters. Now you are ready. 

-james lee jobe 

"Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend." 

-Bruce Lee

digging late at night

old friend   I will not rest
until I have crawled inside your grave
to sleep    I refuse to go on
this same way     I want bones dust
and the scent of the earth
I have been watching the moon
whose beauty is in its coming
and going and counting magpies
election day came and I burned sage
and voted for mercy      sweet mercy
elections seldom go the way I would like
and yes I still keep track
of my dreams      those lives
inside my mind that roll out like rope
from the back of a moving wagon
there is some truth in their absurdity
you're gone and I need something
that is not nameable      something
to feel with invisible hands
something to touch with invisible fingers
where have you gone
I am so exhausted   so spent
old friend   I will not rest
until I have crawled inside your grave
to sleep      I refuse to go on
this same way   I want bones   dust
and the scent of the earth
yes the scent of the earth

james lee jobe

"I believe that time wounds all heels."

-John Lennon

the fascists think they rule this land 

but come autumn the leaves will obey no one 

-james lee jobe

“The man who says that he has no illusions has at least that one.” 

-Joseph Conrad

the instructions said 

to plant the seed in moist soil 

and then worship whatever grows there 

the wind whispered something to me 

as I turned the soil 

-james lee jobe 

jaya suberg

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