Rhetorical sensations on top of the thunder
Of my mind
Even leveled and immaculate pressures
Indication of their byes and there for(s)
Bottling the next moment
Here and yonder
And you and ponders
The fragrant and between
You and me…
And the next….door
Beyond it all
And the
Chapter(s)….
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Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Rawness, Spill inward on February 27, 2011 by JenJuiceMoments 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…
Once in a while
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Spill inward on March 9, 2009 by JenJuicesocietal riches saturated in the minds of the young beginners
once in a while
they seep into a distinct brief cul de sac that is less amusing
once in a while
children and filters blow up the back doors of their minds
once in a while
that sustain some integrity even during lightning storms
once in a while
but a las’ we find a little old woman that isn’t bitter
once in a while
as the trenches open and the wounded heal and life remarks
once in a while (rinse and repeat)
Wrinkled body parts…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Pucker up, Spill inward on February 14, 2009 by JenJuiceif it wasn’t for this methodical wrinkle in my dick i wouldn’t even bother jotting down these few digs..
i can’t even explain how time slips from my neck as the slime soothes my throat.
some mechanical feature i can’t explain and won’t even try to.
not a lot of chivalry thinking about this mindless god of slippery bed springs
but i’ll forgive the manufacturer this time.
it’s not every day you find a squeaky tube of toothpaste that doesn’t scream
like the r that doesn’t work on my typew*ite*
Jen Juice 