Monday, December 19, 2011

New Poetry by Ivan Jenson

My Unfair lady

First you strand me
in Park Avenue
then you send
out a search party
to find me
quench my thirst
with cocktails
and usher me back
to your civilized
where I am treated
like a savant savage
to be watched
carefully so that
I don’t escape
or commit a
faux pas
Foie Gras
which would
be simply
as gorging on
mixed nuts
in mixed company
and so
I stay silent like
the Tramp
as my mood drops
so low
around the
plucked and tweezed
high brows
of society

- Ivan Jenson 2011

1 comment:

Stuart Barnes said...

very clever, ivan; & hilarious! :D