Why Don’t You Worry About What You Like To Worry About And I’ll Worry About What I Like To Worry About (Working Title)

Damn Moon (epitaph)

The beautiful trees with their beautiful leaves

Are reaching so hopelessly for the heavens.

The mixture of greens , from yellow-marine

To maroon-piu-spruce and brown pine cones is dazzling.

The sky so blue, it’s unique haute couture,

Offers a strange unattainable splendor,

Yet everything’s peace, til the moon comes soaring over,

Like a golf ball someone has just pealed off down the fairway.

Damn that moon! Ruining this pastoral, postcard setting

With its heavy, uranium-titanium smell!

Just something else to worry about,

With all of its phases, with its very silent, silent-treatment pout.

“Say something, Moon! I’m worried about you!”

“I’m worried about YOU!” I hear someone shout from behind me.

“Well hey!” I say, “That’s find and dandy!

I’m a “live and let live” kind of member of humanity,

So go ahead and worry about what you like to worry about,

And I’ll worry about what I like to worry about, too.......

Okay?”

-jenn

 I’ve got a million typos to offer

And a little bit of skin

Let’s start the world all over

Go back to where we want to begin 

And do

The sun says yes

It’s coming up again 

There is a kiss in here somewhere, she says

Digging through her cluttered purse 

You know a nurse is always ready for anything 

But a mama is ready for everything 

I’ll keep pouring, you say “when.”

The sun says yes

It’s coming up again

I had one baby

And I never knew

I could love another

But then I had two

And my heart grew twice the size that it had been

And then I had you.

And my head grew a yang 

And my tail asked, “Yin?”

The sun says yes

It’s coming up again

My heart has grown

While my brain has shrunk

And I’m happy with my ears of tin 

Would you like to start all over with me just now?

We could re-write the script.

(But I like the typos.

Let’s leave them in.)

-jenn

The sun says yes

It’s coming up again