I am all about letting the music do the talking,
If it only will,
But I’ve got to learn
That the music won’t speak up for itself.
Maybe it knows something I don’t.
Music won’t waste its breath
Trying to explain itself
To those who will never give a damn, anyway.
But play yourself for me, Sweet Music of the Spheres?
Please.
I’m listening.
-jenn
I’m a terrible person
Who will love me anyway
Only a terrible person can love
A terrible person
I start by loving myself
And admit that everything I ever tried
To do to make me a better person
Just made me better
At being terrible
And now I find
By loving me anyway
I can love you
Because you’re really
Just a terrible person too
😁😍💗🦋💗
-jenn
I wander through the plague
Like I’ve got good sense
Like a goose
I wake up in a new world every day
I gander at the ganders
And gosle the goslings
And continue to meander
Along my way
Is this how it was
Back then
In the plague
I resort to nonsense like
A lucky clover in a medicine bag
A simple vaccination
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posy
I can’t smell anything
Is this how it’s going to be
-jenn
That woman who visits me in my dreams
That better self of mine
She says it’s time
We unify
The singularity is here
So cheer
She seems fine with it
But I’m gettin’ jiggy
I’m not sure
How singularity works
Will I be her now or she be me
What will I be giving up
And will she be giving up anything too
The singularity is here
So cheer
-jenn
I just pretend to wear shoes
And when my feet hurt
I pretend they don’t
Someone needs to get a hold of me
Before I get a hold of myself
I pretend that I don’t know you
Just so you can be yourself
I pretend not to look at you
So you can kid yourself
And your red flags flying
Someone needs to get a hold of you too
Before you ruin yourself
My flag flies white
I give up
I’m looking right into your eyes
Do you give up too
I’m only pretending to wear these shoes
I don’t own any
-jenn
They told me a real woman
Had worn this costume before me
And the straps had been adjusted for her
That’s nice I said and watched them leave
Then I turned to myself in the mirror
And said to myself
This is what we’re going to do
We’re going to go out there
And knock their socks off
And if these “real woman” straps fail us
We’ll go on with the song
Step completely out of the dress
And finish in the nude
That’ll show em
-jenn
I tell myself I don’t have time
Truth is, I don’t have the strength
And though it seems to pass me by
At length I’ve come to admit to myself
It’s over
If I didn’t get to say goodbye
At all, much less quite properly
I hope you’ll sigh when you see my name
And take some time to read
A few of the lines I scribbled down
While you were napping
Now it’s my turn to sleep
And I have only one way
Deep, unencumbered, by the seasons
The reasons why we couldn’t be
The item that I hoped we’d be
But time, and energy
Are slipping away from me
And in case I don’t get to
Tell you all the truths I feel
I love you
Deeply
-jenn
He puts up with her
Endless yapping
About her baby
And what it’s doing
As if he couldn’t see that
For himself
It’s not his child
But he puts up
Because she will put out for him tonight
And she puts up with everything else
To have a roof over her head
And the head of her golden child
And when the child has gone to bed
She’ll dread the beginning
How awful it feels
To pay her way with sex
But somewhere somehow
Midway in to the act
She will lose herself again
And give way to the fact
Of the dark pleasure
His eager body brings her
And this will go on
As long as he’s willing to put up
And as long as she’s able to shut up
For just a minute
-jenn
“Look how pretty the flower are!”
“Those are pink plastic bags over the flowers, Edna,
So they don’t freeze tonight!”
“Look at the pretty pink plastic bags over the flowers!” she replied.
It’s amazing how lovely the world can be
When you’re blind in one eye
And can’t see out of the other.
Don’t look!
Don’t say another word!
Someone will know you’re getting old!
Someone will see you’re ignorant !
Just smile and cherish your positive attitude ,
And keep all that beauty inside all for yourself.
-jenn
Make something eternal with me,
A cosmic memory.
Only by joining ourselves to the heavens,
Only by the rightness of this moment,
To kiss one another’s lips,
To hold hands beneath the night sky,
You and I have the chance
To dance quietly to the music
That only exists in our heads.
We sway in sync,
As the darkness swallows us.
Kiss me once more,
And tell me true,
If this were the last night
We would have together,
Would you make love to me?
-jenn
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
