He took his eyes off me to look at the moon,
Which beguiled him with her pale perfection.
But the moon is a mask,
And behind it lies a dark sun
With a strange energy,
A hideous gravity.

And while it seems that I wane,
I turn in apogee,
And he sees my fullness.
The distance has a perverse draw,
And as he turns again, he sees
Me in my perigee.
The mask can't hide me.
I am the dark sun
Behind the moon.

-jenn

The gracious one is like the sea.
At my lowest point,
He welcomes me
And receives all that I am.
And as I gush into his arms,
I feel the solution.
The warmth of his love
Disarms me.
All the disillusion melts away.
The illusion, too,
Is gone, and I find
Nothing there at all
But my perfect completeness
At sea level,
And all the love he offers me.

-jenn

Change due.
No change comin.
Got to leave a tip.
Walk off hummin the blues.

But I'm happy
Because I'm hungry again,
And I'm so thirsty.
I'm empty again,
Yet close to burstin,
So full of love for you
And thrilled to be
Doin it over
And over again
With you.

-jenn

So I put the noodles on
And set the timer,
And went off to do other things.
Time was up
And like Robert Oppenheimer
I went to be a destroyer of worlds,
But my noodles weren't done.
The stove was barely on---
At 2.8 instead of 5.

I think I'm going to learn this lesson:
I'm on the range, and the salt
And the Wesson Oil has been added,
A dash of garlic and fatted calf
And the prodigal son.
And when my time is up and come,
I'm gonna be done.
I'm turnin myself up and on,
And when they find me dead,
At least they'll know
That once, I was alive.

-jenn

Sixteen pounds is an ounce these days
And not worth more than four.
And you can eat a bushel of corn
But your body will still want more
Because there aren't the same nutrients in here
That there were in just one heirloom ear.
The hybridized production year
Put the tractors in overdrive
And I guess the world has ended,
But no one stopped to see,
For seed time and harvest is over.
One last lonely bee
Ponders what world it may fly to
Where nature still pollinates,
And animals can still merely eat and poop
And the pits will actually proliferate
So that even humans and all their greed
And ingenuity can't screw that up.

-jenn

We are just balloons that want air.
We huff and puff
And blow ourselves up
And reinvent the stairs,
The wheel, and the mouse trap extraordinaire.

And while we gloat
And bloat over spurious crowns,
We often let our deals go down
Unattended.
We find ourselves suspended
In rooms that are not our own,
Where we have no choice
And no control over the remote,
And therefore, can't even change the channel,
Much less ourselves.

-jenn

There are places I can go.
The way is long, the pace is slow,
And I don't always appreciate
The tiring journey.
But when I take the bullet train
With you, we cover the terrain
Fast and in a hurry.
We get there and beyond.
I feel we're hovering somewhere
Long forgotten or rarely reached,
Some nirvana, some perfect peach
Of a heavenly destination.
And what about the way?
I wish it could've taken us one more day,
One more mile, or two,
With you.

-jenn