We write our notes
Back and forth
I have joined ww1
And you, ww2
Across the blue
The letters come
And lucky for you
Army green becomes you
But what about me
Will it finally be ww3
When some new branch of the military
Sports colors on a uniform
That bring the best out in me
Like navy and purple?
By then you’ll have joined ww4.
But someday once more will the frequencies of love reign
Over the duress of pain
Until the high road meets the low
And all the unexpectancies are met
In person?
-jenn
I spy on myself
I use one phone to take snapshots of
Screenshots from my other phone
I study the material I seemed to find interesting and important yesterday
But I’m always one step ahead of myself
So that what seemed important and interesting yesterday
Today is passé
But who is this myself that needs figuring out
And who is doing the figuring
Because there seems to be me in the middle
Watching it all
And writing poems about it
-jenn
Modern music plays
I’m riding in the back seat
I see tall buildings
We’re going uphill through a light that’s green
It turns yellow right over our car
The chorus plays
My son is driving
He’s 25
His brother rides shotgun
I’m riding in the backseat
Listening to the modern music play
The brothers are very Karamazov
chatting over the theology of patricide and foreign cars
Im in a strange town
Strange music surrounds me
But I find I feel strangely familiar to myself
My hearts desires have never changed
My heart itself beats the same old way
Keeping perfect time
Even while this modern music plays
-jenn
Splendid Lady
I’m a slow learner
But life has hit be right between the eyes
Right between the magic carpet rides
Right between the green eyed ladies
Right between the feel like Makin love and the badfiinger
Right between brandy youre a fine girl
And foghat
Right between slow ride and fool for the city
Something unfolded with the laundry
And I came undone
I had only ever noticed the treble in my dna
But today I paid attention
And there’s a lot of unanswered bass here
Screaming for a line to play
And run off with the percussion
I’m gonna get UPPPP
Like a sex machine
I’m on the right track now
So get thee behind me
There’s a new mothah natchah takin ovah
-jenn
I look at myself in the gym mirror.
“I’ve got a BIG BUTT! I chide myself.
“Well that’s why you’re here,” my better self encourages.
But as I go through my exercise routine I ponder:
“Am I here because I have a big butt,
Or do I have a big butt because I’m here?”
My better self has wisely not weighed in on this one.
-jenn
Now I turn my back on the moon
And wait for the sun to rise.
I know it will.
I listen to the crickets sing
And the wind brush through the treetops.
Soft clouds cover the night sky,
Dropping the curtains on the stars
And the second act of their play,
Setting the stage for act three.
What character will the Sun play for me this morning
In the great dramatic star of the color-filled sunrise?
And …. Will I choose to be the protagonist or antagonist today in act four?
And… what exactly is my motivation
In becoming for or against
Any of our current made up ideologies?
-jenn
