These are some of jewel's poems from her book " a night without armor" which I of course own and love, here are some of my faves:

Red Roof Inn, Boston i miss you miserably dear and i can't quite manage to face this unbearbly large bed alone. i find myself avoiding sleep busying myself with menial chores so i pick up my guitar stare at books with bleary eyes get restless then shave my armpits with your razor and cheap hotel soap

The Inertia of a Lonely Heart the world is full of cripples and endless nights and broken fruit and calls that never come through and restless dreams that fear being awake and stars that lose themselves and waves that are always leaving and bitten mouths and lonely bars and rosy nipples rosy as dawn rosy as the first blush of youth and tired people and lonely hearts opening, orbiting crashing into open mouths and hungry eyes and empty-handed lovers the inertia of loneliness a miserable force

Dylan i had a dream last night that a little girl came to me her hair was a halo of warm light and color dripped off her tongue she was your daughter and in her i saw the fruit of everything i'd ever fought for of believed in, or dreamt of

We Talk we talk slowly about nothing about movies we stick to surface streets and find no meaning in cafe windows no substance in hotel rooms i used to unwrap you! tender layers unfolding like eager gold but now we are cool and recount our daily bores as though the sum of our uses equaled something (more) substantial while softer things shrivel and dry roots go unfed strangled by the phone line and all that is not said

I'm Writing to Tell You i'm writing this letter to tell you i don't love you anymore i don't miss you i never have the truth is, i tried, but never found your adoration anything other than arduous your niceties cliched your praise thoughtless and it has become unbearably obvious that you love me with all the originality of romance novels the many man weakening the luscious flower but do not be sad nothing is lost neither of us even loved the other truly you only thought you did and i only wanted to

" Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level... A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him." - Dylan Thomas (1913 - 1953)