the wood between - hiramatsu reiji |
the world is a blind man squatting on the road
rumi
a mule has better dreams than this a man dreams
of winter in the summer and of summer when it's winter
he curses the rain except when times are very dry
another man counts his dollars over and over
while his child wants him to come outside and kick the ball around
time passes at the same speed for wise men and fools
which are you and which am I even now
the moon is a bindi for the forehead of the rich and dark sky
james lee jobe
the inside of your nostrils itch that's a warning
the mountain peak that is never without snow
the window pane that cracked
and you covered the crack with duct tape
that plain that is east of paradise the one that is barren and hot
and no one has ever tried to walk across it
honey that drips onto your lips from her lips
and the way she bites you
is there more than one universe yes indeed
does it make any difference at all no none at all
the inside of your nostrils itch that's a warning
a change is coming
and you are not in control of anything
james lee jobe
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