There's a place in a deep valley
Where the sun shines only at noon.
And then, only for 72 minutes.
It lights the darkest slots of the vale,
And then the sunlight sprawls up
And across the side of the other mountain.
It stumbles sometimes as it goes,
Like a bumblebee,
Who's championed the flower,
Inebriated from its fevered hope and nectar.
It sweats and collapses at the top
From the archetypal thoughts
That this time perhaps it's penetrated the black widow,
That this last effort will be its mating call to death.
But as he slumbers there on top,
He dreams of spring,
When lilies bloom,
And sees himself bounding forth victoriously
From his honeymoon suite.

Sure enough tomorrow comes,
And he stays in the valley
Called "Wanting You,"
For 73 minutes,
And says, "The best is yet to come."

-jenn

This is how people act
In the face of Love,
When they cry and pout
And cuss cause they
Didn't get enough,
When they can't admit
That they got
A lot more than they could handle.
And Love says, "Poo,"
And rolls her eyes,
And gives herself to
Other guys
Who know how to
Be sweeet,
And strong, and man enough
To handle Love,
Who realize
Just how much Love
A love chucker could chuck,
If a Lovechuck could chuck Love.

-jenn

I've gone to Middlesex twice today
And once to Birmingham,
And ran around the world
For you.
But if Scarlet couldn't get
Rhett to give a damn,
Then what could I possibly
Hope for you to do.

But if there's a difference
Between chocolate
And hot chocolate,
And here and reality,
I'll have mine with big
Jumbo marshmallows,
S'il vous plait.

-jenn

I changed my oil today,
And now I want to change
My Mitochondrial DNA.
I want to be rhesus monkey
Negative,
Or else I want to go all the way
And be full blood hominid,
Whatever type combined
To make this hybrid,
Because the war within
Is too great for me
To begin to tell you,
And I prefer
To defer further judgement
And to deter further incrimination
On either side.
For my parts that don't connect
Are all within me,
Warring members,
When I just want to transcend,
And I feel I will have to leave them all behind
If I can't find a better way
For them all to get along
Inside.

-jenn

A chain of mothers
Out of link
Plead for their daughters,
And here am I,
Out of sync
And unable to attend,
For I have come
From a land where only sons are born,
And the language of mystique
Has been torn from my heart
And I don't know it anymore.

But where am I
In this hapless band,
And who am I
To say
That some faceless authority
Has the right to tell me
That I can't bring my grandmother a Pepsi today,
If that is her only dying wish.

And when I lay dying,
And cry out, wanting
What I want,
Will you please bring it to me,
No matter what?

-jenn

He caught me on a good day,
Or a bad one, I don't know which.
I was standing on the corner
At the intersection of I Don't Know
And My Beliefs at rush hour.
And I was the ever elusive carrot
That dangled from a fishing line,
Just out of reach and a little
Over his head.

But it was raining, and I needed a cab,
Or a train, a truck, or an eighteen wheeler,
Or anything, or somehow, nothing at all.
And in the blur, when he slowed down,
I mistook him for someone else.
So when the big door opened,
I gladly hopped on in.

And though the windshield wipers clacked,
They never did clear the clutter I found
On the inside, there, in the front seat of the cabin.
But when the fog finally lifted,
And I could see the road ahead, I knew,
It was the wrong one,
And a very long one,
But, maybe it's alright.

For anywhere that I was born,
And anywhere that I will die
Will be somewhere in the galaxy
That this old world will take me,
And I've only hitched this ride on earth
A thousand times,
And maybe a thousand more will get me
Where I want to be,
Out there a little farther in the universe
With you.

-jenn

Rain can kill you
If you're a fly.
It can blind you in your eye.
It can keep you from getting out of bed
If it drops it's drops upon your head,
And that's why bj thomas wrote that song.

So do your talking to the sun,
But when the everlovin day is done
And you need to scream
Because tears and rain come down in streams upon your pane,
Do your screamin to the rain.

Because it is the nature of water to absorb,
And to absolve.

-jenn