Physics for Skeptics
Did anybody just see
me and my epiphany
just skipping down
serendipity sidewalk?
And is it coincidence
or synchronicity
this deja vu
over somebody
that just looks like you?
Because I did
a doppelganger
double-take
and felt like
the whole matrix
make-up of my
material world was fake
a simulated reality
contained within
the blue or red pill
we all must take
yet, if there were any more
than three dimensions
to your beauty
it would only exacerbate
my hypertension
and make me worry
by keeping me
always hanging
by a string theory
and that is far too deep
and I am not willing
to make that quantum leap
Now that I am
out of tokens
and coins of
fool’s gold
now that I
no longer have
a warm heart
or hands
or a cup that
runneth over
with coffee to hold
I mean at this
very moment
when my clothing
comfortable yet old
has been ripped from
my body by the greedy
hands of angels and demons
all because it is high time for me
to wash away another decade
and watch it cascade into
golden memories
to savor by some fire
that heats this haunted house
full of ghosts that were once
cherished parents or pets
now that I just dread
the sight of yet another
picturesque sunset
as they hike the rate
of my insurance policy
all I can do is
accept that even babies
of the family
like me
eventually turn sixty
I like quirky individuals
of the female persuasion
who wear Diane Keaton hats
sport funky boots
have dimple indentations
shoulders inked with tats
and who own
black cats
and a vintage vinyl
record player
where you can hear
the needle scratch
I consider them
with their hoop earrings
and smokey mascara
to be the best catch
because they can
adore Plath
yet still know
how to laugh
at an offhand remark
and they often
show great originality
as well as ingenuity
when we are
naked in the dark
Now that we have
officially slow danced
horizontally and know
each other fully frontally
physically and intellectually
you would think
we would not be blindsided
by the swift
mixed martial art’s punch
of an argument over
where to go for brunch
that results in one of us
huffing and puffing
and storming out the door
yet five minutes later
turning around
and coming back for more
She was the sort
of bubbly
that made minutes
taste like champagne
and she could turn
an average Sunday
into a snow globe
in a Jimmy Stewart flick
and so it was written
in blessed cursive
in the sky
that meeting her
was like looking
at clouds beyond
the sparrows
and seeing an image
of cupid and his arrow
aimed right at me
an unsuspecting target
you know, a single guy
Like nails scratching
on a chalkboard
your words create
a dissonant chord
an atonal anomaly
since most of the time
you are sweet to me
now I see your split
personality
and to think
I thought
being with you
would be like
coming in
from the rain
now, I see
that happiness
happens mainly
in Spain
Jenson's painting of the “Marlboro Man” was collected by the Philip Morris corporation. Ivan was commissioned to paint the final portrait of the late Malcolm Forbes. Ivan has written two novels, Dead Artist and Seeing Soriah, both of which illustrate the creative and often dramatic lives of artists. Jenson's poetry is widely published (with over 600 poems published in the US, UK and Europe) in a variety of literary media. A book of Ivan Jenson's poetry was recently published by Hen House Press titled Media Child and Other Poems, which can be acquired on Amazon. Two novels by Ivan Jenson entitled, Marketing Mia and Erotic Rights have been published hardcover. His website is: http://www.ivanjenson.com
Ivan Jenson’s new psychological thriller The Murderess is now available hardcover and as an eBook on Amazon.
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