Jack Johnson

21 11 2005

the air was more than humid
and the heat was more than hungry
and the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
the bulls were running wild
because they’re big and mean and sacred
the children were playing cricket with no shoes

the next morning we woke up, man
with a seven hour drive
there we were in stuck in port blaire
where boats break and children stare

there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven

-Holes to Heaven by Jack Johnson

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