He likes to sleep with the tv on.
She likes to sleep with it off.
And so, voila, there you have it--
Irreconcilable differences.

He could come in and visit her,
Or she could go and visit him,
But what's the point?
They've contributed their 2.2 children.
What more does society want?

And of course the children have the gene!
It must be the dominant,
For they go to sleep in their little beds
With their tv's all on.

She shakes her head and tells herself
That though her gene is recessive,
It would prove fittest in the survival,
In case of cataclysm,

And there was no more electricity,
No more sport scores scrolling,
No more canned laughter,
To insult the intelligence of humanity
And dull them off to sleep.

-jenn

You know the big city's just like the small town.
You don't ever run into anyone at the grocery store
When you're all dolled up and smelling good,
But just head to Walmart when you ain't showered
And your hair is a mess.
That's a guaranteed formula
For running into everyone and their dog.

But it doesn't matter whether you're in the big city,
The small town, or the country,
Whether you got all gussied up,
Or got there in your jammies,
Because when you finally stumble up to the cash register,
You're going to have to pay for it
One way or another.

-jenn

The train is passing slow today.
In all four directions, traffic stopped.
Life sits still at the intersection
Except for that train passing by.
And slowly, the man on the radio
Sings about some of the people you never get to love.
I stare into the sun.
I never see it move,
But it goes somewhere.

And love has swelled in me, today,
Until it seeps out of my eyes.
I cry for you,
And hope the day stays slow.
And when I look again,
The sun has moved,
And I'm still here,
Waiting on that train.

-jenn

I'm turning over a new leaf.
I'm going to get up with the wrens,
Peck those early worms outta their holes
And peck em back in again.
Then I'll fly the northern hemisphere
Like a narrow minded drone,
Spy out all the stunning facts
And report it to my clone,
Who will in turn fly worse north
While I fly directly south,
And while he answers to Oden
I'll shove cherries in my mouth
And search for corn that's been laid by
And barley that didn't fit the combines teeth.
And if they never find me,
I'll consider what the sparrows heard
And hop a train for Charlottesville.
This life is for the birds.

And then tomorrow,
I'll really get after it.

-jenn

I write all my songs to myself
(and to you)---
The Love Songs because I love myself,
(and I love you),
The Hate You Songs because
I hate myself, and
I hate you---sooooo much,
The Goodbye Songs---because sometimes,
I have to let myself go
So I can say hello
To some new part of me.

The deep philosophies that churn within
Always dredge up something hitherto unseen,
Or something seen and not til this minute
So very understood.

I sing all my songs to myself
(and to you)
So I can surely come to see
All these truths,
And maybe,
You will, too.

-jenn

Indra

This is The Day
Brought By The Sun.
This is the miracle
Of Life Living.
This is Christmas
EveryDay.
This is Time--
Present Giving.
And I will unwrap you
And look in wonder
At the present-giving you,
At the deep eternal flame
That burns within,
And cherish you,
That is you, Today.

And I will never speak
Profanely
Of some unknown form,
Some blasphemous Tomorrow
That may or may not ever come,
And I would never dare to stick you
Back into Tomorrow's box,
And try to re-gift, re- use, re-wrap you,
Or try to alter you
With propaganda talk,
Or even my wishes for you,
And so I promise not to pray,
But only to Love you
As you are,
To love you every night
And Every Day---
Every Day Brought By The Sun.

-jenn

I rode in a car that the Consensus of Everyone Else drove once.
It went too fast on rails I could barely see.
I tried to mind the GPS,
For I was supposed to navigate.
"There's the airport," I said.
Too late.
We had nearly crashed into a Boeing.
We swerved in time to see the others
Disappear into a tunnel,
And we got to the mouth of it and stopped.

"Does this car drive itself, then?"
I demanded of the Consensus.
"It's a 'self' car. So, yes, as long as there are rails."
I tried to get her to go off road,
But when she finally pulled in
To the covered entrance,
I was wishing that I had just walked,
And I wasn't sure where we were going,
Or why we were in such a rush to get there.

-jenn