humiliating our political leaders

you wanted to go home    whatever that means    so you asked the strangers who only exist in your dreams how to go home    you got a variety of directions and instructions    none of which worked    when you finally found a way home it wasn't home anymore    what changed    you did of course    listen    home is not an address     it's in your mind and heart    what's wrong with where you are right now   

james lee jobe 

bamboo ticking in wind speaks 

in dark isolate rooms I listen 

demons and gods fill my frail ears 

so blurred and faint 

I can't tell them apart 

year-end leaves dry rain falling 

scatter 

autumn clothes

thin cloud 

my sick bones slice through things 

clean 

though my bitter chant 

still makes a poem 

I'm withering autumn ruin 

strength following twilight away 

trailed out 

this fluttering thread of life 

no use saying it's tethered 

to the very source 

of earth's life-bringing change.

-Meng Chiao   751-814 CE

I have no desire to humiliate our political leaders    I just feel the need to correct them on everything    very loudly    and on television    with political poems     or even just with this one 

james lee jobe

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