It’s A Swamp Thing
I’m no
mind reading
shapeshifting
broomstick traveler
and I don’t
have a widow’s peak
and fangs that impale
pale women
and I don’t wear wolf’s fur
or bang my chest
while holding an ingénue
in my hairy palm as I scale
the Empire State Building
and though I am a
regular zombie
before my morning cup
of coffee
I am still undead
roaming around
like a character in a
dystopian novel
hoping my
omnipresent
third person narrator
will allow me
to live
to see
a sequel
or two
Boo-Hoo
I was abducted
from the cradle
by unidentified
crying objects
that showed me
the sentimental
splendor
of saucer shaped
tears
since then
I have often
been found
wallowing
on planet
melancholia
where
we have
cried ourselves
an ocean
and overflowing
emotion
is the language
that we speak
we are all
miserable
and we
would love
your company
you can
use any
frowning photo
as your passport
Easy Does It
I have stopped
trying to
keep up
with those who
insist on sprinting
in this marathon
in fact
I have lost track
of the fast track
and while
I slowly
simmer
in my juices
the flash in the pans
sparkle like
the movie theater pop corn
pop of the paparazzi
who butter up
the flavors of
the moment
and I no longer
play hot spot
hop-scotch
into the wee after hour
clubs of the morning
I am so over
the valley
and the hill
but you can best bet
you will find me
at the grocery store
reading the gossip gospel
like all the other people
who need People Magazine
Winning!
Let ‘em see you
sweat the big stuff
show ‘em
it is not effortless
or mindless
and that you
have put
hours, days and years
invested time, money
and blood
into the final product
and if this fails
all is lost and
that you refuse
to let even one
door close
and if it does
you are
going to
be one sore
loser
with one
sore foot
Miss Communication
I don’t listen to anything
anybody says
instead I listen to their
tone of choice
and I take in the
essence and incense
of their perfume or
cologne
and I wait to see
if they touch me
for emphasis
everything else
that they have to say
anyway is written
in the studious pupils
which play hooky
in their eyes
and then comes
the telling pregnant pause
which gives birth
to the great unknown
that is shared between us
and then they start
to hunt around for
the words that they
have lost
which are scattered
like foreign currency
on the ground
and that is when
I add my two cents
to the conversation
and I can tell I have
already lost them
with my gibberish
jabberwocky and then
just in time the
movie of moments
which we now share
begins and we just
sit back and watch
in honest to God
silence
for awhile
Ivan Jenson’s Absolut Jenson painting was featured in Art News, Art in America, and Interview magazine. His art has sold at Christie’s, New York. His poems have appeared in Word Riot, Zygote in my Coffee, Camroc Press Review, Haggard and Halo, Poetry Super Highway, Mad Swirl, Alternative Reel Poets Corner, Underground Voices Magazine, Blazevox, and many other magazines, online and in print. Jenson is also a Contributing Editor for Commonline magazine. Ivan Jenson's debut novel Dead Artist is available as a paperback and on Amazon Kindle and Nook. His new novel a psychological thriller entitled Seeing Soriah is now available as an eBook or in Paperback on Amazon.
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