New Poetry by Ivan Jenson

My Unfair lady

First you strand me

in Park Avenue

paradise

then you send

out a search party

to find me

quench my thirst

with cocktails

and usher me back

to your civilized

gathering

where I am treated

like a savant savage

to be watched

carefully so that

I don’t escape

or commit a

faux pas

over

Foie Gras

which would

be simply

unacceptable

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