I saw monks peeing on a hillside
holding their saffron robes
and laughing....
throwing back their heads and laughing.
~Jenny
The Women..
The women are tired
their bones ache
their psyches ache
the place inside them
that holds all of their creative
ideas
is bursting
bloated
nothing can be done
with half closed
sleepy eyes
and burning ears
and an over beating heart
let them go to bed
for now
in their sea of comforters
and dream dreams
of covering those they love
in paper mache
to forever preserve them
and teach them
a new art
and not take credit
for any of it.
To just be happy, to just love.
~Jenny
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