The blues inflects
Every little step that
Holds me like the break in between
My breasts
And it shouts..”don’t you see!?!”
Like a mangled oblivion
In a room full
Of triangled mazes
There I am..standing
Lost in the moment
To the next
And next –
And not a moment to spare
When we meet again
And it just is…
This way.
Archive for Poetry
Bluesy days…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Lifetime, Mind riot, Poetry on December 11, 2009 by JenJuiceRound’ the way…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags E, Entering, Poetry, Soft Spots on November 28, 2009 by JenJuicejunkyard confessions and insight beyond her days
rounded thoughts and fingers that run deep
and no single thought to remark in the brilliance
of this time to find her line
on a day (windy and cold)
she remarks and closes the call
and enters the next phase
of it all…
thoughts travel….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Temporary Lapses on November 15, 2009 by JenJuicemore than not a rupture of closed moments
only found more addressed than thought
but thinking that goes through ways I don’t
have to remember so much…
Single doorways…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Single Moments on November 12, 2009 by JenJuicethe speaking doorway is the only one remembered
intertwined with the heretic and the broken ledges I fall from time to time
how guitar sounds like the unfaithful moments of all the damages done
reiterating the way time changes in the distance and I just listen
to it all
as if it stood still….
Confused…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Confusion Seeps, Mind riot, Poetry on October 21, 2009 by JenJuiceI have a mile of fear that isn’t coercive
To anything but moving forward
And ideologies less adorned
And I find myself at a stopping point
Of what I should expect
And what I should just be OK with
And never does the truth filter down my leg
Like a dirty little thought that comes
From deep rooted side-notes
And not sure where I go from here
Not sure if I ask
Or just do
Or just lie down and say –
I’m through…
Symbiotic Truth…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags In Flight, Poetry, Thoughts and Some on October 13, 2009 by JenJuiceIn the midst of the midnight flights
The radio seems so lost
In words that I can’t speak
when I do nothing –
The moment reaches
Its feet
And me – the moment
with you – the radio
Closed toe movements and a record
With a dial tone and a fit-to-be-tied booth
Not real sure where the moment is taking us
But, isn’t that the beauty
Of the symbiotic truth…
White nothingness…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, Sadness, Thoughts and Some on October 12, 2009 by JenJuiceBeginning to counter-culture the white walls
That only find me when I’m not looking
Oh, how I miss….
The ground –
When did it all seem to find me
Amazing graces
All the way to the spit that trickles
Down my leg
When I forget to swallow
And the fangs
Seen only when I look at the others
But why do I want to cuz
There is no miss and how I can’t figure
Out this fire door that I’m jumping through…
Unnessessary…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Mind riot, Poetry on October 12, 2009 by JenJuiceWhen the trouble comes down
It’s the bottom, me and my whiskey can
I can’t seem to abbreviate my emotions
This early on a Monday
Only one thing can condone such mind clutter
And the overcompensation for approvals
Unwarranted and unneeded – but me, my bottom
And the unnecessary …
Rot…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Poetry, Temporary Lapses on October 12, 2009 by JenJuiceThe parade of pangs and rot-judgment
Let loose of me….
Cradled in darkness and only
The thoughts to reach out
And challenge me…
One day gone
And a dozen more to go…
Moments of thought…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Maybe I'm amazed..., Open up, Poetry, Spill inward on October 6, 2009 by JenJuiceSea
sons direct me to the movement of your skin
Blowing through the benevolence of the weekends
As I spill into your voice
And wrap me with your smell
Seeing the seasons change like the
Paint that drips from my walls of thought
like an ocean of you and the sentences
I sought
that filter through
like a melody of rivers
when I gaze into the bodies
I swim and the one
I need and want – is you…
Jen Juice 