an old album by The BoDeans

vincent van gogh, small pear tree in blossom, 1888

animal bones fall from the cold clouds like snowÂ
elk  dog  owl
and from these bones the humans make primitive thingsÂ
tools  art  dinnerwareÂ
collecting the bones the humans create small songs
and as they work they singÂ
upon hearing this new music the bones quiverÂ
in the hands of the humans
like frightened children at their parents' feetÂ
and life continues on and on
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a sea of illusion surroundsÂ
the island of my tiny lifeÂ
high tide comesÂ
and washes over the way I live
and over what I am  Â
what am IÂ Â Â
I wonder that  Â
wetÂ
and what shall I becomeÂ
when I am dry once again
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coffee and an old album by the bodeans a month with no rain and dust in the air walking on painful feet on a bad knee the son that I lost is in my eyes again he is walking the halls through my heart time is a hammer pounding I smile until the world looks away and wait for the quick moments when the world isn't watching me suffer
by james lee jobe
the bodeans, good things

"Go as a river."Â
Thich Nhat Hanh

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