kissing me for the levels and the denials – solid
featuring the distinguished metaphysical boring – solid
left withholding and before and afters – left
to the right of the second doorway featuring my new arm – right(s)
Archive for Junxtaposing
Strong – Withheld.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Rawness on August 30, 2011 by JenJuiceThe Ex Hangover….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Reaching on April 4, 2011 by JenJuiceOne of those days laying in a spell of me and you
Changing sheets after I tore them up
Rot with desire
And a bolted memory of
The distress of it all
And a mirrored-reflection
Of the ways you wore me out
With the fog you’re in and me
And my discretion(s)
With all the sanctions
Of you and the way you cry
When I send every little
Reason why you must
Not die for such a
Unpatriotic cause….
Migrated merry….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Junxtaposing, Poetry, Swallow Me... on August 19, 2010 by JenJuiceI migrate through the tippi-toed notion
Of the plentiful and the best
Relegation and beligeratted hand stands
Plentiful with embraced hair clips
Bountiful routed with noises
From the past
Singled and lured into
The outcalls of
Rembrandts hands
Tickling my belly
Of thought
Checkered floors
And merry-go-rounds
That was never
That merry –
Even when I smile…
Gimmicks are the poor man’s driveway….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Thoughts and Some on March 22, 2010 by JenJuiceRetrospect of a gallon of pacifiers
meant for reduction
and a matter of fact(ors)
the low bile cakes of the fruit
of another dollar is the
shout
for the literacy and why
gimmicks are the poor man’s driveway….
Translate for me…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Confined, Junxtaposing, Literary Junk, Poetry on May 25, 2009 by JenJuiceif I ever come again
to the moon
and the lit sky lights
where do I go from here
walking a straight line
not seen or heard
through a variance
of attractive
measures
that only perpetuate
a clean wall
of thought
but how does it translate