Jenny: Favorites

Feb 2014 Jenny

BB Tyler

Be not my altarpiece.

You are no ritual implement
with which I commit
religion.

You are given
(of and by yourself)
to
(no cherub or elf but)
a being
(human)
this feeling
(this numen)

Free as any altarpiece
found alone on seascape vistas
far away from
the clamor of symbols

Be not my leader nor acolyte,
we've too many paces to walk tonight,
for you not to be by my side.

I'll settle for no projection.
No, I'll settle not at all;
for the fall is slow,
and I'm caught like
so many motes,
so much dust
suspended in your transparency
Dancing.

Be not my altarpiece.

You breathe in your sleep
too sweetly
to be anything other than
this moment
(as it repeats me)

Feb 2014 Jenny

Canary Dreams

Feb 2014 Jenny

JDK

Canary Dreams

I had a dream that you were larger than life.
I slipped in through your mouth
to learn the secret of your insides.
You spat me out.
I fell.
You caught me with hands the size of clouds,
then stuck me in a cage with a yellow canary.
I had to eat the bird to stay alive.
You're a neglectful pet owner.
Now I'm trapped here
with no company.
I long to be free.
I cannot fly;
I never sing,
but it would be alright
if you'd just look at me.

I know why the caged bird sings.

Feb 2014 Jenny

bazzzzzooka

Feb 2014 Jenny

softcomponent

bazzzzzooka

kleptomaniac wearing thin
boots of ice and maggot flesh,
young in mind and old in body,
young in mind and old in *****,
old in mind and young in *****
-body.. no boddhisatva, just a
***** to the whistle. not so much
as if a choice, only something notified
on the newsfeed amongst a horde of
cleavage photographed by paid
professionals as breast-feeding has
no ***-appeal. whoever I think I am,
*thank you.

Feb 2014 Jenny

IV (the lover's series)

Feb 2014 Jenny

Amanda Small

IV (the lover's series)

you made room for yourself at the back of my throat
(the place I had reserved for unfinished sentences)

Feb 2014 Jenny

snowball's hell

Feb 2014 Jenny

Barton D Smock

snowball's hell

loneliness
is often..

loneliness is often.

personally, I touched
your food.

I brought a girl by
to see
your lost
hands-

this is when
you washed
a dish.

what one man
can do

is strike
suicide
with awe.

dismiss me, then, from the garden of ease.

pockets are fingerless gloves.

loneliness is nothing without you.
is being reincarnated
as someone
you lived with

who was given
an additional
year
by a tall
pointless

ghost.

Feb 2014 Jenny

introductions

Feb 2014 Jenny

Barton D Smock

introductions

instead of goodnight, my father says he is putting away his feet. instead of cutting my fingernails, mother has me wear her favorite gloves. I am a child

but know we are getting by on the shelf-life of secret hands. I don’t pray but if I loved god

I would put us here to impress him.