I bought a season pass to celebration city,
Paid for it all by myself.
But when I got in,
They informed me that
The roller coaster was closed,
The ferris wheel was inoperable,
And the tunnel of love unemployed.
I just want it to feel good,
To rattle the windows down at the fun house,
To spin the cotton candy high
And get it everywhere.
I want to laugh
With my mouth wide open,
Giggle from the tips of my toenails
To the blondest parts of my hair on end,
With my pupils dilated and nostrils flaring,
And when it's all over, to do it again.
Is that too much to ask?
-jenn
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
I dreamed of a car that was promised to me,
An orchard full of pecan trees
That sits on acres of sand that's to be mine,
Of a horse I shared with a brother I had,
And even of "my" own mother and dad,
And all the while it stormed
On my sadness and my fear.
And all the while the horse ran free,
And bucked and galloped beautifully.
I watched her prance as lightning danced
And pecans and rain fell down.
And then I knew
That nothing in this world is mine
Except the joy I feel when I shine
And prance through the storms
And the rain and the sun,
And enjoy my life til my work is done.
And then I'll go back from whence I came,
Where I belong, where even my name is mine,
Where all things have always been mine.
-jenn
An orchard full of pecan trees
That sits on acres of sand that's to be mine,
Of a horse I shared with a brother I had,
And even of "my" own mother and dad,
And all the while it stormed
On my sadness and my fear.
And all the while the horse ran free,
And bucked and galloped beautifully.
I watched her prance as lightning danced
And pecans and rain fell down.
And then I knew
That nothing in this world is mine
Except the joy I feel when I shine
And prance through the storms
And the rain and the sun,
And enjoy my life til my work is done.
And then I'll go back from whence I came,
Where I belong, where even my name is mine,
Where all things have always been mine.
-jenn
Monday, October 26, 2015
Come and draw equations
On the chalkboard of my heart
With your powdery anabolic chalk.
Doodle until the visions synthesize,
And in one grand swirl of exclamation,
Give expression to your love of me.
Then take your magic pen
And draw the markings on my skin
That you will find appealing
In the end.
Tattoo me with the secrets
And the x's
That mark the places where your treasure hides,
And I will go and take with me my
Extra diamonds,
And secretly,
Invest them there with you.
-jenn
On the chalkboard of my heart
With your powdery anabolic chalk.
Doodle until the visions synthesize,
And in one grand swirl of exclamation,
Give expression to your love of me.
Then take your magic pen
And draw the markings on my skin
That you will find appealing
In the end.
Tattoo me with the secrets
And the x's
That mark the places where your treasure hides,
And I will go and take with me my
Extra diamonds,
And secretly,
Invest them there with you.
-jenn
I spell your name with light and dark,
But the dark is silent.
I dreamed about you once
While wide awake.
But someone far wiser than myself
Explained it all so psychologically
That the picture of you in my head dissolved.
But when I went to sleep that night,
I saw the silent letters.
They began to dance and rearrange,
And as they moved,
A singing hush fell onto the dance floor.
The stars hummed,
And I remembered you.
-jenn
But the dark is silent.
I dreamed about you once
While wide awake.
But someone far wiser than myself
Explained it all so psychologically
That the picture of you in my head dissolved.
But when I went to sleep that night,
I saw the silent letters.
They began to dance and rearrange,
And as they moved,
A singing hush fell onto the dance floor.
The stars hummed,
And I remembered you.
-jenn
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
I went to bed weighing 135
And woke up weighing 130.
I guess it was my dreams that evaporated.
I thought that they were bigger than that,
That they were large and magnanimous
And could cover the expanse of my vicissitudes.
But now I see that they are gone,
A trifling 80 ounces,
Nothing to lose a night 's sleep over,
Nothing to you.... Or to
Me.
But standing here now on the holy scales
Within the sacred equation I wonder,
If nothing is ever created or destroyed,
What weighs more,
A pound of feathers or a pound of lead?
And in the greater scheme of things,
Which is heavier,
Troubles or dreams?
And where in the universe did they disappear?
Oh well.
My pants sure zipped easier this morning.
-jenn
And woke up weighing 130.
I guess it was my dreams that evaporated.
I thought that they were bigger than that,
That they were large and magnanimous
And could cover the expanse of my vicissitudes.
But now I see that they are gone,
A trifling 80 ounces,
Nothing to lose a night 's sleep over,
Nothing to you.... Or to
Me.
But standing here now on the holy scales
Within the sacred equation I wonder,
If nothing is ever created or destroyed,
What weighs more,
A pound of feathers or a pound of lead?
And in the greater scheme of things,
Which is heavier,
Troubles or dreams?
And where in the universe did they disappear?
Oh well.
My pants sure zipped easier this morning.
-jenn
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
I can imagine this place before houses,
Before the sidewalks and busy streets,
With only the prairie grasses blowing
And shadows of the native trees.
I can imagine the drylands shifting,
Changing the course of the river's line,
But how far do I have to go back
To see when you were mine.
I can't imagine a time before music,
A time before physics,
Space without rhyme
Where clouds hang like still life paintings,
But then I have no sense of real time.
I can remember bright super eight movies
Without any sound, and clothes on a line.
I remember this wind always blowing,
But I can't remember when you were mine.
-Jenn
Before the sidewalks and busy streets,
With only the prairie grasses blowing
And shadows of the native trees.
I can imagine the drylands shifting,
Changing the course of the river's line,
But how far do I have to go back
To see when you were mine.
I can't imagine a time before music,
A time before physics,
Space without rhyme
Where clouds hang like still life paintings,
But then I have no sense of real time.
I can remember bright super eight movies
Without any sound, and clothes on a line.
I remember this wind always blowing,
But I can't remember when you were mine.
-Jenn
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Come look into my naked face.
See me plain as day.
Search my eyes
For vestige of a race,
And see that none has ever been denied.
All of me is of the universe,
And universal is my plea to you,
To know and be known,
As simple as the rays of light
That shoot out from the living sun.
Appeal to me
As the orange does.
Peel yourself and
Set yourself apart,
And let me put you back together
With my teeth
In some strange and noble art form,
In a new way that you have never seen yourself,
And let the fractal shapes and signs
Live unto themselves and unto you.
Inspire the world,
And make us whole!
And this will be my promise in the wind,
That as birds sing
And rivers run so true
To join the ocean's great anonymity,
I, my friend, will always be for you.
-jenn
See me plain as day.
Search my eyes
For vestige of a race,
And see that none has ever been denied.
All of me is of the universe,
And universal is my plea to you,
To know and be known,
As simple as the rays of light
That shoot out from the living sun.
Appeal to me
As the orange does.
Peel yourself and
Set yourself apart,
And let me put you back together
With my teeth
In some strange and noble art form,
In a new way that you have never seen yourself,
And let the fractal shapes and signs
Live unto themselves and unto you.
Inspire the world,
And make us whole!
And this will be my promise in the wind,
That as birds sing
And rivers run so true
To join the ocean's great anonymity,
I, my friend, will always be for you.
-jenn
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