take it to the bank, jenny james

carnival in her head
ferris wheels and fireworks
blue, green, red
neon
streaking down a dark electric sky.

"who could pay attention," she sings
"with such as these?"
more wonderful scenes,
like a film projected inside her head
blue, green, red
so bright inside of her eyelids

jenny james can't even read
the computer screen
she scans one line nine times
over and over and over
like grandfather's typewriter-
click click click click, ding!
and all she sees are ferris wheels
fireworks, bold yellow suns
streaking down like joy-filled tears.

she doesn't think she's any good
at time skills, conversation,
at poetry or revelation,
just words from a girl with no
concentration
and a carnival inside her head.

well you can take it to the bank,
jenny james!
life life life
passionate swells, and song,
you've got it, jenny james!
you pulse with some kind of love
and jesus likes you just as you are.