Sunday, February 28, 2021

 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

Saturday, February 27, 2021

 When you come to

Pick me up

I see you looking around

Trying to find me

I’m standing right here


Maybe I should have told you

I’ll be the girl wearing a brown paper sack

And burlap toe-shoes


I’m blending in to the scenery 

But, dance with me

And maybe it will be

The landscape that pales


-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

Saturday, February 20, 2021

 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

Thursday, February 18, 2021

 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

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

 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

Thursday, February 11, 2021

 “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


Saturday, February 6, 2021

 I buy a blanket and sleep with it,

And just about the time it starts

To smell like me,

Someone takes my blanket.


Someone is selling the blankets that smell like me.

I just saw one on tv

For $29.95.


Sakes alive!

I think they’re underselling me!

Surely they’d go for forty-three dollars?


-jenn

Thursday, February 4, 2021

 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


Tuesday, February 2, 2021

 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