We're already in love.
All we've got to do is fall.
I'm fallen and I can't get up.
Oops! I can't say that,
It's copyrighted.

Maybe I should say, "I'm white
And I can't get down."

No, that's all been said, too.

Maybe I could suggest,
"Let's do it,"
But that's suggestive
Unless I add,
"Let's fall in love,"
But like I said,
We're already in love,
So maybe I'll go back and quote myself,
"All we've got to do is fall."

-jenn

If I don't pray in ways you think are right,
Yet I hold hopes of love and perfect light within my heart
For you and others that I love,
If I have eyes to see what lies above
And wish for that to be down here below,
Then how is it for you to know that I'm so wrong?
And what if something as simple
As dipping yourself into my song seven times would heal you?
Well, what if the spirit moves me to come and reveal to you
Some inner truth that might availeth much?
Then would you let me come and touch you?
Lay my hands upon your heart
And impart this great burden of life and love til you were sated
With health and wealth and wisdom?
Could you accept it from this soul
That you feel to be so contaminated?

-jenn

Tonight the birds chirp adamantly,
But it doesn't bother me
Because I don't know what they're saying.
They may be telling all their woes,
The pain of death,
The throes of egg laying,
But I don't understand the language that they speak.

All I hear is their rhythm in the night,
A tonic overlay, that runs counter melody
To an easy track the crickets laid down.
A big bass drums along.
I'm not sure, but that might be
My own heart beating.

I can only see five stars tonight,
But I know there are seven sisters,
And the Pleiades wonder
Where the others have gone,
While the night birds chirp on and on
About nothing.

-jenn

The coasts are cloudy.
Makes me pout.
Hisssss! boooooo!

They'll clear again.
They always do.

-jenn

I have my quaaludes and my drink,
Waiting for some poor sap
To think I'm here to listen to all his problems and dreams.
Slip him a mickey.
But then what will I do?
He'll be too big for me
To lug him through the lobby
Or up the stairs.
And, these days,there are too many cameras in elevators.
But even if I could get him up to my room,
What fun would it be
To take advantage of a sleeping pipi?

And this my friends is just one of the differences
That ensures a definite inequality
Of the sexes,
And a continuation of the violation
Of anyone who finds him or herself
In a vulnerable situation.

-jenn

I carry a razor in my shoe.
It's not to cut you up.
But in case I find a patch of dark, unruly hair,
I can shave it there and then.
What is happening to my skin?

This is growing in a place where hair
Used to be pale and wan, and blonde,
And tamable.

And now I also have the urge
To drink my water from a ditch.

I don't eat,
Yet I'm solid and can swing
From limb to limb and tree to tree.

What will become of me
When it has taken hold,
And I can't fight the urges or the air
Or the hair any longer?

-jenn

Something outside
Narrows its eyes
To peek through my blinds.
It's not quite a sneer,
But, from here, I would say
It's a frown.
Lightning flashes,
Eyebrows are knit,
And lashes are dark.
Disdain would take me
For a walk to the woodshed,
But it's about to rain.
There's not enough time
To explain myself tonight,
Not enough words or definitions,
And the man in the moon can't hear, anyway.
The only part the galaxy chose not to give him is ears,
But he sure has a pitiful, upside down mouth.

-jenn