Jennifer Phox

Jennifer Phox May 2017

Changes

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.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

All The Pretty Nigels

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.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

Wonder

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.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

Catalyst

Burning up the wire.

You are just a strong desire.

You are nothing real.

Nothing concrete.

All the matters is the fire.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

Abacus

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.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

Love is a cataclysm

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Slumber eternal all that remains.

Jennifer Phox Apr 2012

Dear Love

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