i do not know how to arrange words in a literary fashion and am devoid of the ability to prove things logically,
alas! i have engaged in the composition of these words

Sunday, August 21, 2011

the son of a barren woman


and the man seen in a far off fence-post
wore garlands of flowers gathered from the sky
and wrangled over the price of the silver in mother-of-pearl
in the city of clouds they armed themselves
with rabbit's horns and rope-snakes
fighting each other and dying together,
became again just ghosts


- bokuju

before beginning i have utterly failed