I feel my creativity bubbling in my soul. Until now it hasn't been allowed any release. I have spent more time indulging my wants than I have exploring my gifts. Now it's time to taste the world in a different way.
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Ann Jensen Poems
Holiday Inn neon. The odor of overpowering humanity. Fast lights through the curtain
Moon for Women
Soothing rays. A subtle caress. An elusive moon behind clouds of misconception
Vision filled dancers whirling round, seeing nothing and experiencing all. Full tapestried skirts belling out a pervading odor of sweat.
Why? Why? Is the cry in the night. The howl of alone, far away. Padding through the wilderness of night-smell. Panting for air.
Here's to Man
Live and breath the flowers of the night. Never seen. No one to pick them.
A cry...As from the black wings of a moth Picked up in the sticky fingers of a child. Unstirred dust,
Whiskers Whispers Whiskey
Whiskers trailing down my belly. Whispers behind gleeful hands while passing through the halls.
Curled lips A territorial snarl Demon be gone...
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Holiday Inn neon.
The odor of overpowering humanity.
Fast lights through the curtain
Illuminating cracks born of violence and love.
Children cry and lovers moan.
Hookers call to lonely men.
I am calling.
Are you lonely?