If I am gone when you wake
from your dusty nightmares
and moonlit ghosts I never knew
check beneath your pillow
I’ve tucked my heart there
for long, safe keeping —
pay no mind to the leaving,
I’ve found my solace
with the watches
in your top drawer
their time no more squandered
than our turn, turn, turn.
Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #6 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!
Jesus was a rabbit,
schooled by rabbits,
who thought like rabbits.
Rabbits upon being asked a question by a disciple usually answered with a paradoxical inquiry or a story, like:
Does seeing the light mean being blinded from the truth?
If we are made in god’s image and we are animals, is it wrong to assert that Jesus was a rabbit? (Discuss.)
Is this mondegreen of “rabbis” sacrilegious or simply a chance to see the Mann who was likewise Blinded by the Light?
Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. Misread text from Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything: Notes on Hope. Thank you Anne Lamott and Manfred Mann, can’t get either of you out of my head today! National Poetry Month #5 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!