jennifer-phox
Romanian
Jennifer Phox is a professor emerita of poetry at Cambridge University's sister campus, United States College. She is the holder of 14 PhD's from DeVry, University of Phoenix, ITT Tech, and Brown. Her areas of expertise include poetology, poetometry, and non-Euclidean poetetics. Her publications are numerous and belligerent, having educated some of the finest poetonomical minds in recent history, from e.e. cummings to Rudyard Kipling, and also Flavor Flav and Kanye West.
Years have passed and nothing changes.
Life is always the same.
A slow march towards the end.
A light, a love, a life, marching through
The streets and alleys of the city.
To the cold and broken hallelujah that is death.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
All of the Nigels, standing in row.
Is it a good thing?
No, sir, no.
What can you do with all these pretty little things?
Nothing, nothing, not even break their wings.
Nigels, Nigels, everywhere you go.
This one, that one, all the Nigels
Standing in a row.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
Do you ever wonder when the world is cold?
Do you ever wonder why the world is clay?
Do you ever wonder how lights makes its way?
Do you ever wonder what makes life seem so old?
I wonder and wonder, and I've never known.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
Burning up the wire.
You are just a strong desire.
You are nothing real.
Nothing concrete.
All the matters is the fire.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
Counting is an activity one takes for granted.
When one and one are two, it is truth.
When one and one are five, it is the failure, not of the device, but of the counting.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Slumber eternal all that remains.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Dear Humans,
i love thee so.
every time I see you there.
Why should I hold your hand?
leave you in the burning cold.
Wind-swept plateaus and laissez-faire.
Every day making a final stand.
Why do you tease with all you do?
Why can't you please and je ne sais vous?
Ne-pas, ne-pas, ne-pas
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
Eating, eating, eating.
Wasting, wasting, wasting.
Vinyl in the sea of time.
Lost forever.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Why flee the island when your home is not there?
Why fly when the sky will never be home?
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC