JAR
There is a jar in my head
filled with scrolls of the dead
There is a jar in my heart
that was filled with part
Love and part hate
Is it too late
to fill it totally
with aformentioned feeling?
Jars in all of us
Ah, but what's the fuss?
I see jars in my sleep
Out of jars I eat
a Jar is a good idea
My jar is always near
Even in my car
my jar is never far
My life was jarred
But never marred
by insanity
My jar is me
You may not know it
but you've got your jar
maybe I'm no poet
At least a know what a jar is
Ovamboland, 1989.
