Poems and Poetry

Ivan Jenson

Simultaneous Soul-Mates | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

We both talk
and chew gum
but not necessarily
at the same time
because while I am
coordinating my legwork
and my schedule for the
day or week
you are juggling family
friendship and career
in your attempt
to have it all
and eat soufflé too
then we manage to
connect in the
physical realm
nocturnally
that is
which in turn
overwhelms our
senses and overloads
our dreams which
require
a shot of
caffeinated sobriety
in the morning
when again we
both part ways
and join the rush
hour by hour
patiently waiting
to pool our resources
together again
and synchronize
our mostly shallow
swim through
each other’s
Olympic sized
chlorinated
consciousness


Turtleneck Confession | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

I am an easy
moving target
whose bullseye heart
waits to be pierced
by the beautiful
blinking bullets
you shoot from
your blue eyes
Baby
I am far from
camouflaged
and yet to you
I am collaged
like the torn
magazine image
of an innocuous male
tacked up
or glued to a dozen
scrapbook
magazine wishes
of places and people
that you catch
into your fancy
fantasy
then
release back into
your vast ocean of
forget-me-nots
and you never
even flinched
at the fact
that
I was wearing
red
known the
world over
as the
the color
of desperation


Exotic Paradox | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

The way that I see it
is not the way
that you do
and the conclusions
that I have come to
differ from the
solutions you have
arrived at
and the tried
and true
approach
that I take
is to you
as foreign
as the words written
by an ancient
Asian sage
discovered
in a paperback
at a knickknack shop
in Chinatown
and that is how
I know
that the only way
to get you
to try the Wonton
is to recommend
the Egg Drop
Soup


Home Remedy | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

You are quite resourceful
when you are remorseful
because it is then
you access the source
material
of your sorrow
and gauge if it is worth
gouging your eyes out
or if it is simply a
temporary trespassing
tragedy that can be
buck shot with
a vodka shot
and some salt
from your tear ducts
and a few
cheers to you
and your
pretty pity fest
culminating in
a make-out session
with a sensational
stranger sitting
on a bar stool
next to you
perched and fluttering
like the dove of love
which I will
(after a poetic disclaimer)
rhyme with
your now
brand new
blue skies
above

Fair-Skinned Warning | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

I will pick
your pockets
thumb through
your secret stash
of intimate details
jimmy your locks
jangle your nerves
and shake the
foundation
makeup off
your face
till you stand
un-powdered
and powerless
like a frightened
Ford model
who has just
had her
Bob Mackie
wig and dress
ripped from her
famously
skeletal frame
and who now
stands
waif-like
overpaid
undernourished
and oh so
exquisitely
exploited
by a world
of lights
lenses
and my
hard boiled
soft focus
obsessions

Impasto | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

Your pink
passivity
draws me in
as I outwardly paint
your negative
and positive
space
into the pigment
of my
perception
and then
it occurs to me
that you
are currently
on the
good side of
Mother Nature
but someday
you will be
gently scolded
by Father Time
but by then
I will be
primed by
black gesso
and brushed
by a dark destiny
and all that
will be left
of your
cursed curves
will be this
square canvas
stretched on
the warped
frame of
now