When I see you in my dreams,

Your hair is moonlight white.

Your whiskers are a silver grey,

Your brown eyes warm against

The black backdrop of the night.

Your skin is tan and lovely,

Your smile a welcome sight,

And I will love you ever, as before,

And ever more, just as a I do

Right now, my knight in shining amor.

-jenn

When we big fat Americans are forced to go to work camps

For having our doggerel DNA,

Some will make it and some will not.

Some will survive the starvation conditions

For having so much fat stored in our cells,

But many will be shot for being obstinate like mules.

And some in ignorance will die

Slow deaths of disease

For not knowing the correct version of history.

Anyone who knows the way colonization goes

Will stay away from the more advanced invaders,

And their more advanced immunity,

And will not hanker after

Any free blankets they might offer.

-jenn

I usually only regret things I didn't do,

And I have a lot of regrets.

I didn't do a lot more thangs than I did.

I sometimes regret things that I've said,

And sometimes things I haven't said,

But mostly I only regret the art I didn't make,

The chances that I didn't take,

The poems that I didn't write,

The songs I didn't sing,

The nights I didn't spend with you.

I regret hanging on too long

To people I felt sorry for.

It doesn't do them any good,

And they're the ones who winding up hurting you.

But mostly I only regret the art I didn't make,

The chances that I didn't take,

The poems that I didn't write,

The songs I didn't sing,

The nights I didn't spend with you.

-jenn

If you were conceived on this day,

You can grow up and be very strong.

You could be a magician 

Or a vagabond.

You could illude or occlude or conclude rightly

And go and live free,

If you're born a boy.

But the horoscope today

Doesn't say

What might be

If you're born sans tadpole tail,

For the stars are still misaligned 

For females,

And will be

Til the goddesses return and proper worship is restored,

And even the stars realign with Calliope and the seven sisters.

-jenn

In dreams I wander in a boat

Along a milky river of the stars,

And one great love shines on my path,

One great face hangs up above,

Just within my reach.

And I reach for you often,

In child-like innocence and glee,

So happy you are always here

With me, so happy, so fulfilled.

-jenn

Someday we'll see the crazy ones

Were right all along.

Those people they talk to are there

And they are taking over the world.

The CIA is listening.

Self medication is right.

You can see these things are true,

If you open your eyes real fast at night

And look into the darkness.

Someday you'll see that you're the crazy one,

For not believing in angels, aliens, and Sasquatch.

Someday they'll round up all you sane ones

And electric shock you til you do.

-jenn

Such a curious thing!

Something she's never seen before!

A piece of kitty kibble on the floor

Outside her bowl.

It's not where it's supposed to be.

Like someone you see

Away from where you usually see him,

Or her, and suddenly don't recognize them anymore,

Or pretend not to, 

Like baptists at the liquor store.

The cat now gingerly picks the piece up with its paw,

Smells it, and its whiskers quiver.

"What should one do in a case like this?" It wonders,

And I do, too.

Well, how should a practicing catholic greet 

His or her priest

In the prophylactic aisle at Walmart?

-jenn