I’m reading the universe

Like the Daily News.

I see the future.

The history, too, is there

In the akashic record,

Written in hues of slender neon 

Against the blackness.

Wiry cursive, still wriggling,

Still telling the tales

As they unfold,

Tales of yesterday

A and  things to come.

But this is all a flowery trapping.

Look past the advertising to the fruit.

The dark energy is producing a bright trail

Through the great cosmic orchard.

We can pick and choose from the delicious peaches

And plums.

Come eat with me

In that place where all is always well,

Where the nectar delights us,

And we will be together always.

-jenn

 I’m thinking of something you said to me.

How can it be that it is you

Who makes me smile so big?

I’m thinking of you.

I’m thinking of something you said to me.

My heart follows the sounds

Of the sweet way you spoke to me.

The words trail off like a cat 

Who’s fallen for the killdeer’s ploy again.

Your words flail, seemingly wounded,

Stirring up dust along the trail,

Leading me away from your nest

So I won’t discover your children and eat them.

But I don’t want to eat your children.

I want to eat you.

And who knows?

I might just catch you this time.

For I’m thinking of something you said to me,

And it’s making me think,

You might let me this time.

-jenn

 A jester came to the royal court

In the form of a ‘retarded’ child.

And after the embarrassment gave way to acceptance,

The royal family realized 

The miracle of unabridged myrrh.

The antics of the child were such

A breath of fresh comic relief.

The clown in him, the hilarity of his ways,

The unorthodox, uncouth things he said

Lessened the severity of 

The inevitability of death itself,

So much so that the king and queen 

Lived a longer than normal lifespan,

And happily so, supplied on laughter,

Life’s very bestest medicine,

And Love, life’s very best everything.

-jenn

 He looks in the mirror every day same as you.

The difference is he doesn’t shave anymore.

He’d like to buzz the rest of his head and be completely bald,

But he doesn’t have a razor,

So the shaggy bits have grown out long

Around his ears.

He turns away,

Faces the door,

Takes his dingy overcoat 

From off the hook,

Pulls his hurting shoulders gingerly through the sleeves.

He locks the deadbolt and silently

Makes his way down a windy street.

What will he do today?

It doesn’t matter anymore.

He used to go to the library.

It was warmer than his apartment,

Lots of books to read,

Other excitement going on.

But now, he just wanders on and on

Down the road,

Unwinds the threads that snap and crackle

In his head all day.

And if he doesn’t say too much,

It’s not because he’s such a bore,

It’s just that nothing matters anymore.

-jenn 

 Misty eye me

With your mystic bird call sounds.

Tantalize me

With your hands quietly mumbling

Over me.

Everything is telling me to melt away

Like snow, and run,

Join the rivers’ unconscious downturn

To find the sea,

And I’ve got a lot of reasons for not loving you,

And for loving you, one:

If I had you,

I’d never want anything else.

-jenn

 I usually have to pay for good company.

That’s just what I have to do.

It’s as if I’m being tutored

At what I could look forward to.

And if I have to pay to be respected,

By people who are polite because 

They want their customers to return,

Then I can learn what needs to be expected.

So maybe I could pay you for awhile,

Just until my smile returns,

And if I’m out of money then,

We’ll see if you could be my honey

Even when the downturns merge,

And all we have is sunshine and the rain.

-jenn

 I’ve been searching for you,

Stirring the night like a black pot.

What morsels I found in the thin soup of existence!

Did I eat greedily before?

I was starving.

But now I have found you,

And even though the kettle talks back,

My arms are around you,

And I’m not hungry anymore.

-jenn