jenny and her kiss

in each and every way today

i struggle in so many ways

 

i’ve barely drank but still i thank

the god of everything

not for love

or turtle doves

but for the wine he brings

 

i numb my head upon the bed

of roses in my hand

i have not heard a single word

or even understand

 

what was meant

by time he leant

or movement that displays

electrons moving round and round

to usher in decay

 

i drain my glass

and mark the passing

of another hour

i turn this double bed of roses

into tiny bowers

 

the record plays

a song that stays

in no genre or time

it plays afresh

how much we guess

and pray it in a rhyme

 

what road will lead

beyond the seed

confusion in its state

 

the hope we feel and wait upon

are chalk marks on a slate

that keeps track of the passing time

 

that doesn’t pass at all

but we perceive

and then conceive

where ritual consumes us all

and death becomes decay

but we cling to the baseless hope

that everything we say

defines the truth

becomes our proof

that meaning does exist

 

and all our actions justified

 

well, if you insist,

 

but leave me here

consuming beer

and sleeping in her mists

 

the loneliness without a kiss

was my experience

with everybody everywhere

defining their own bliss

 

but i will define everything by

jenny and her kiss

 

a baseless hope as well you say?

that she may also go away

but in the end everything ends

your argument will not defend

for in this moment i am in

all endings are invasive

perception and experience

always are persuasive

 

but what is it we really know

and who are we to say

equations expose equality

when it comes to decay

 

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