I dipped the sponge of my soul
Into the cold freshwater of cleanness,
And as I wrung it to bring it to my face,
Cleanness fell everywhere across the earth like rain.
I dab water on my forehead,
Down my neck, between my breasts,
And down unto my abdomen.
I am healed from all pain
And doubt,
And understand the ways of gods and men
And women.

And now the wind of my spirit blows
Through the orbs and hollowed out places,
And music falls down upon the earth
Like the percussive sound of hail,
And understanding reigns upon the four corners of the earth
And the four corners of the sky.

-jenn

Skinny people are above reproach!
You can't make fun of them.
You can fat shame, if you like.
Skinny shame doesn't work.
No one can be shamed for skinniness,
Or for being young.

"The youth is wasted on the young,"
The mother horse whinnies to her foal,
Who, thin and wiry, prances about,
The wind blowing its shiny new black mane.
The dance of the dark horse is in vain.
Emptiness.
"Vanity," quoth the preacher mare,
With her colt bearing hips
And her large healthy frame,
"All is really vanity."

-jenn

Music has balls
You can sing something you would never say
Music don't care
Bout nothing but the truth
Music can take your harsh reality
That nobody can understand
Ameliorate it
And yet move people to groove with it
And let them take it
And each one according to his or her own level of ability
Sing it for themselves
And begin to comprehend
Empathy

And that is a very good thang

-jenn

He'd just raped a man in an orange jump suit,
And said I had the pleasure of being next.
Like a true gentleman, he opened the bathroom door for me.
I clutched my purse and shot my eyes around.
This is what happens when lawlessness abounds,
When the inmates overrun the prison.

Trapped and doomed, I thought about my life,
How I'd never really taken the chance to live.
There was one small window overhead,
And then, I remembered, I had a knife in my purse.
I got it out and put on a sultry pout.

Men like him don't want a woman to please them.
All they want is one good reason
Why you remind them of someone who did them wrong,
So they can beat and kill and rape like they've wanted to
All along.

He came in the room already hard.
He moved in to grab me, but my knee took him off guard.
One upward jab with the knife
Took fear away,
And the next stab left his heart in fatal disarray.
Let him consider the woman who hurt him now
In his dying moments,
And the woman who had to clean his plow.

I used his body as a stepping stool,
Climbed up and over,
Out of the pool of blood and out the window.
The cronies he had down there to be his look outs
Helped me down and let me walk off,
Not knowing I'd just killed their boss.

I'm alive because an educated guess
Informed me, that I, as a member of the weaker sex,
Might sometime find myself in grave situations of inequality,
Far surpassing equal wage or glass ceiling,
And I would do well to
Level the playing field.


This is what happens when lawlessness abounds,
When the inmates overrun the prison and begin to run the asylum.

-jenn

When I die,
I think my soul
May seek out
Some lonely place,
Like the North Pole,
And I may sit there
All alone
For a very long time.

Maybe there I can contemplate
Why misunderstanding,
Jealousy, and hate
Pervade the human state,
Or maybe I can just forget
All the people I wish I'd never met
And rest in peace,
Albeit, in the cold.

-jenn

My TrueLove and I can sit
In silence in the mornings,
Sip on cinnamon coffee
And nibble on our toast,
And hours can pass on smiles
And bright eyed faces
Without a meanness
Or a clever joke.
And we don't know what day it is,
And little do we care,
Until some relative calls with bad news,
Then tells us "April Fools'."

Leave it to the children,
And leave it to the Gods,
And leave it to the relatives
To make fools of us all,
But as for me and TrueLove,
Our dreams are undisturbed,
And when by chance we have sweet time,
A sacred day is born.

-jenn

If I fall in love with Mozart,
And You get in the way,
All the passion that I have
May blow your heart away.

But if I fall in love with you
And You're not here to see,
Tiny drops of minuet
Will have their way with me.

I don't know what happened to the time,
Or how love can get so crosswise.
Maybe the least that we can try,
One dance, neath the stars,
While Mozart plays.

-jenn