Blaaaaaaa Blaaaaaaaa Blaaaaa

The last time I saw him,
He was poorly drawn,
Underfed, and limbs were starting to turn.
Hooves were growing where his hands had been,
And buds of horn topped his temples shorn.

The pupils of his eyes were going square,
And on his body, coarse and matted hair grew,
And as I said goodbye and turned to go,
The hardheaded thing bleated
And said hello.

-jenn long

I Love You

There is a power that finishes off

Poverty’s earthborn lack.

It brings to level the low places,

Completes each unfinished task,

Fills the gap,

And drives you to the heart of heaven,

But it will not bring you back

To the squalor that it found you in

Or the rumpled paper sack

That you called lunch.

There is a power

That fulfills

And never lets you down.

It drives you to your knees

And it gets you out of town.

It puts your feet on clouds of cotton,

Your bodice in velvet gowns,

And wraps you up

And swaddles you

Until you get enough.

This power brings tears

To mighty men,

Brings smiles to lonely eyes,

Brings a ray of golden hope

To dark and overcast skies,

And if you never, never did

Know this power true,

I hope you know—

Someway, somehow,

How much that I love you.

-jenn long

Or Should I Seek Another?

Tell me. Tell me— on the wind.

Tell me on the sly.

Tell me who you are again.

Tell me. Please don’t lie.

Tell me true.

Is it you?

Or should I seek another?

                Others who are full of faith

                Say you come to them in dreams.

                Come to me, and show your face.

                Ride the living beams of light

                That shine outside my window.

Tell me. Tell me— on the wind.

Tell me on the sly.

Tell me who you are again.

Tell me. Please don’t lie.

Tell me true.

Is it you?

Or should I seek another?

I see a brilliant flash of light—

                A memory when I was 5—

                Unrequited gift of life—

                Tells me what I’m all about.

                Tells me true.

It is you,

And there is no other.

On the breeze

He tells me true,

“I AM you,

And there is no other.”

-jenn long

Phantom of the Nocturna

You're here,
Beside me,
Warm and real.
And then,
In the middle of the night
The devil comes
And steals you away from me.

I am stunned
And without a voice
And fade into dark and fitful sleep.

But somehow,
You break loose
And return.
Up and by my side
You nestle in,
Curled up
In the curve of my naked belly,
And I hold you in silence,
Until the daylight comes,
And steals you away again.

-jenn long

Cloudbursts

This was my favorite kind of day—
Where the sun bursts in brilliant streaks
From behind the mottled clouds.
Yellow rays symmetric
Angle perfectly
Against the rain,
And show the hidden beauty
Of revelation within the darkness.

A million and one things
Roll in to only two:
You're in love with me,
And I'm in love with you.
And all of it together—
The bliss and misery,
Magnetizes both the poles,
And makes our worlds go round.

-jenn long

Depolarized

I wouldn’t give a nickel for my journey now.

I wouldn’t give a dime for yours.

I don’t have a quarter,

And there aren’t any phones,

So I can’t call a soul who cares.

But if I had a dollar,

Or five, or ten,

I’d go to Mirawasu again,

And again,

Until my current depolarized

And my head hit the back of the floor.

Then I’d stomp all my currency into plough shares,

And grow corn and beans,

And I wouldn’t study war no more.

No more.

No.

I wouldn’t study anything.

-jenn long

Serious Love

Take my hand

In a strong way,

Like a stiff drink,

Or a potent mint.

Pull me to the place

Where you exist essentially.

For I am in need

Of serious love.

Please, don’t be afraid of me,

For I have no power to harm.

But you, possess yourself.

Possess me, too.

Hold me in the deep recesses

Of your mind.

Let me live in the chambers of your heart

And pulse a fair tonicity

Through your very veins.

Let me find you

Beyond the tips of your fingers.

Let me see who is there,

Up, over your shoulder blades,

Between your ribs,

And deep within the caduceus

Of your breastbone.

Take my hand,

And put it gently o’er your face.

Let these blind eyes

Have a look at who it is

That lurks, so sweetly, and dark,

In my shadow as I dance.

-jenn long