I'll just ignore your halo and your wing

Instead of trying to build the perfect world according to this or that ideology, put your attention in how you live and interact with others in each moment of the day.

Ken McLeod, “Lessons From a Master Spy”

the wound on my invisible leg

there is a black foam
on the top of the world tonight
the tree growing inside of my stomach
is reaching up for the rain in my stormy soul
that jumbled the shadow of my life
shall I present myself to this world honestly
it will frighten the children
the sea in my head
the fish in my old hands
the wound on my invisible leg
these are the weights I carry
don't get too close
they will not protect you
I'll just ignore your halo and your wings
and don't put your hands on me
I'll drop you like a bad habit
I am the wall
I am steel and stone with a tiny window
you will only see what I allow you to see
there is a black foam
on the top of the world tonight
and that tree I mentioned
it is leafless and alone

james lee jobe

Vincent van Gogh - ( 1853 - 1890) Dr. Paul Gachet, June 1890.
Oil on canvas, 68x37 cm. Musée d'Orsay, Paris.

into the deep

who are we
our time left on this orb has grown somewhat thin
we live these tumble-down lives on a wire
razor-sharp and easily broken
from across the rooftops
the sound of a church bell tolling
at our feet a broken sidewalk with weeds
sprouting through the cracks

who are we
we walk down to the beach
remove our clothes
and wade out into the cold green water
we are humans and so there are testicles and breasts
penises and vaginas
all splashed by the waves of the incoming tide
and then hidden by the salt water
now we are swimming out toward the buoy
and the ocean is a part of our bodies
schools of fish live inside of us
and the whales of our souls leap
and jump breaking the surface of our humanity

who are we
we both know and don't know
accept and deny
live and yet fail to live fully
the bell on the buoy tolls in time with the church bell
the wire of this tumble-down life is getting thinner still
razor-sharp
yes
but broken now like our time
and we are past the buoy
and into the deep.

james lee jobe

Thelonious Monk - by Corryn Jackson

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