Fibonacci Kernels

The vault of heaven is empty, tonight,
But for a corny husk
Of spiraling Fibonacci numbers
That span to the coming age.
Vacuous, they drizzle sparsely,
Continue out and on and on,
Unnoticed by all but physics,
And the kinship of empty eyes.

 

-jenn long

A Thousand Miles

I'm a thousand miles closer to the moon tonight,
A thousand miles out of your view.
One cactus flower shuts it's blooms for the day,
Another one just starts to bloom.
And the sun takes forever to set on this mountain.
I've watched it a thousand days,
And the moon hangs low
Waiting to go and see your lovely face.

And time will stop for us tonight.
It may start in the mornin’ anew,
And maybe the sun will still be settin’ in the morning
With long rays of corn silk blue.
Time will stop for us tonight.
Cosmic twist as we recover.
Anomaly in the desert,
Timeworn for star crossed lovers.

I was his garland of valley lily.
I was his beauty for ash,
His garment of praise
For the spirit of heaviness,
His exceeding great reward,
And he was my promise,
Ever ready and faithful,
True through my wrinkles,
In sickness and health,
For better and worse,
And silver threads amongst the gold.

 And time will stop for us tonight.
It may start in the mornin’ anew,
And maybe the sun will still be settin’ in the morning
With long rays of corn silk blue.
Time will stop for us tonight.
Cosmic twist as we recover.
Anomaly in the desert,
Timeworn for star-crossed lovers.

 

-jenn long

Rub A Dub Snub

They auctioned my bras today for charity.
They brought about 2.1 mil.
Then I didn't even have a spare to wear home,
So I went to The Spinning Wheel,
But I couldn't get any of the girls to wait on me.
The manager snubbed me, too.
So I'm done with bras.
And now I'm wondering
About auctioning off all of my shoes.

 

-jenn long

Time and Space

He wanted my body
But got my brain,
Which was, by far,
The  more dangerous end.
A question mark hung
In the balance of "friend,"
Or "foe," and since Time
And Space are separable,
Everything else is, too.
But the boundary between
Marks the term--
The Finish of Illusion,
And the Beginning of Sweet Wisdom.

 

-jenn long

Frogs..... and OIl Cans

A mere eight hours to rest in peace,

Then born again in the morning.

I lay my head down and pray to sleep,

But the thoughts come without warning.

I take to iambic pentameters

Like Johnny Cash took to his black.

All my poems will now officially end

With “brekka koaxx koaxx,”

And, “He found his oilcan gone.”

He heeee heeeeee!

 

-jenn long

Abandoned Tango WIth Chaos

When structure sets in
And the ruts get deep,
The goddess of chaos
Starts to look good.
She smiles a sexy smile at you
And beckons you to dance.

And you should always
Go with her
When she gives you

That slightest chance,
For nothing will burst
Your comfort zone
Like a summer fling with her.

You might even see

Beyond your cage,
Or wake
From a dull night’s dream.
And if you are the closed-ended type,
You can always read that last page first,
Or find another door to shut,
Or start some other safe, little rut,
But please, go from better to worse.

Otherwise you go against the grain.
You’ll break natural laws

And reap the pain—
The penalty of ignorance.
Thermodynamics requires that abandoned tango
With Chaos.

-jenn long

Blowed Up Full

Well Laws knows
Twisters don't jump ovah
Ta his side of da tracks.
And he ain’t a sceered a
No tornado no how,
Cuz he was saved
From befoe he done
Evah drew a breff,
Fo he split his muddah’s womb
And landed on god’s green earff.
And so he shakes a mighty fist
At da storms and sech,
And finishes his suppah
Fo he heads down to da cellah,
Cuz if he gonn be blowed up,
He's gonn be blowed up full.
Yes, Suh!

 

-jenn long