We don't worry about what the dead poets say.

Even though they speak

From beyond the graves,

We just read them,

And try to learn

What made them great at words.

But if they stutter now and then,

They're forgiven,

The time in which they lived

Considered,

The culture, slang, and norms.

(And probably some editor

Hath corrected much.)

Today the lack of form

Is itself a form.

But if a typo, or faux pas grammar, 

Or incorrect politics be detected,

It seems to me a live poet 

Cannot be forgiven,

While he, or she, is livin'.

-jenn

I'm floating on the transcendental meditations of others.

I know it's not supposed to work that way,

But it does.

I am on my way to a place where I belong, 

A place where I have always yearned to be.

I will bathe myself in the lovely goddess, Ganga,

Where all my sins will be forgiven me.

I'll be set free, In facilitated Moksha,

From the exhausting cycles of life, and death.

I thirst, for the pure waters,

For the immersion into love,

For the remission of my western mind,

And the exotic, variant harmonic convergences of joy

That may carry me around the earth,

And beyond Akasha.

I'm going, going, gone...

-jenn

jenn long is silly and unprofessional.- xxxxxx xxxxxxxx

jenn long is this. -xxxx xxxxxxx

jenn long is that. -xxxxxxx xxxxx

jenn long couldn't find her way out of a magician's hat. -xxxxxxx xxxxxx

She's too much something 

And not enough

Of the other thing

We're looking for. -xxxxxxxxx xxxxx

And who do you say that I am. -Jesus

jenn long found me on the way to Walmart, and didn't kill me! -Buddha 

I say jenn long is doin' just fine. - xxxx xxxx 

(aka)

-jenn long

I spent a long time 

Watching smoke rise up

From the crematory chimney.

I said my goodbyes there,

While hot tears streamed down.

I walked home

Downcast,

Thinking I had died.

I'm not sure of anything.

I only know

It's not too early to go to bed,

Because as I crawled under the covers,

The cats joined me.

They cuddle up to me,

As close as they can get.

-jenn

My bedroom window faces west.

I watch the day go down

Like a pornographic scene

I'm not supposed to see.

I'm fascinated by the difference 

Between the sun and me.

And maybe there are too many things

That I don't know about.

Or maybe there is nothing else.

But I can't stop watching,

And I'm addicted to the sunsets.

-jenn

Narcissus happened on to a mirrored pool

And saw himself. So beautiful 

Was he, he could not bare

To look upon anything less,

Anyone else.

But the Lady of the Shallots,

Also cursed,

To look into the mirror ever,

She never saw herself,

Only the future.

Her prophecies never failed.

And so it is today the same,

Most men look at themselves, 

And tame their hair with combs,

And check between their teeth.

While many women gaze within,

And only see the shapes of things to come.

-jenn

Sometimes even the spring leaves fall.

After a night of ardent rain and darkness,

They have covered the sidewalk

Where I try to go.

And now, as the chapel bell rings,

The morning wind still drops them vaguely.

The world is full of love and grace.

Take my chin in your hand.

Turn my face  to see your smile.

Sing me your healing songs of love.

Fill my heart with harmonies.

Laugh with me as the leaves spill down around us,

Spring, summer, winter, fall.

Don't tell me what to do.

And neither will I force you to plummet 

From your high place,

To the common grounds of love

Down here with me.

-jenn