JENORIA

She’s the spirit of her emotions capturing her every feeling

over an essence of time in a second hand on a clock jammed

between five and six. What if all we had done, fell between

the numbers into her power? Overslip passes from ourselves

to her, illusory as it is. Did we ever own ourselves in the first place?

Her name is Jenoria, she’s from her own dimension where eroticism rules.

Hell! Second hand moves again, back to earth I fall, past the moon,

thru the atmosphere onto the car park. It’s hard as glass, my jaw is broken.

I wish she was here to fix me. When the clock breaks I know she’ll be here

to great me. To kill me, claim me, forever, awhile…