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The Jewel Is In The Lotus…The Roots Are In The Mud
The jewel is in the lotus, though it’s roots are in the mud. The man is on the rooftop: the streets are crying for blood. The hand is in the glove but the glove is on the floor. The faces are all masked and the smiles are unforgiving: the common air’s not free and every […]
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Fishing Hooks and Head Stocks
A fishing lure hangs from your headstock. I never thought to wonder why. I bet you could catch a fish with a high E string and a G string hook with a feathery lure. I bet you could get a bite. You caught me through the cheek and landed me just fine, after all, with […]
MoreThe Walkers on the Tender Side: From My Window #4
Sometimes this street gets curiously quiet and still. All the action moves to the rooftops and the windows. Not only is there iron gates opposite, there is also netting over the top, so that no one can even climb over the gate or the fence. People cage themselves for safety as I wave down to […]
MoreThe Barber’s Monkey
The barber’s monkey sharpened his claws steeled his will and looked up at his Lord and Master. The man sharpened his silver blade, dipped his hand in the soap and began to shave. And the monkey tipped back his head, exposing the tender whiskers on his monkey skin and bade the master, Lord make me […]
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