Seeing you…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on January 28, 2010 by JenJuice

You came to me like the night
Reflects you – your eyes
Like lullabies that sing
The way

I see you
The inside blowing through

Me like

You do

Moving like

Honey on my

Shoulder-
you shower sweet
songs to me

Sweetened my caress to your

Face

near me

Silhouettes of your breath

speak

To the

whispers

In me
as you come through
Your beauty

moves me

Like the way
You
See
Me
See
You….

Home….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on January 20, 2010 by JenJuice

I can hear his voice on days like this

like the whisper and the anti-christ

at home

coming through a fine silk resemblance

of myself

inherits my tone and the bottomingless

culture we find when we belong

home grown

and there is nothing

ever known

to that tale

and its home

again

and the meaningless

alone

finding the wrinkle in the tune

to be my knew one…

Bluesy days…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on December 11, 2009 by JenJuice

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.

Round’ the way…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on November 28, 2009 by JenJuice

junkyard 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 , on November 15, 2009 by JenJuice

more 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 , , on November 12, 2009 by JenJuice

the 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 , , on October 21, 2009 by JenJuice

I 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 , , on October 13, 2009 by JenJuice

In 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 , , , on October 12, 2009 by JenJuice

Beginning 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 , , on October 12, 2009 by JenJuice

When 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 …