I screech and I hoot and I dance on this morning
for sunlight through the windows,
clean, cold air and
a woman.
It seems she’s content to stare into my face,
shower, go to work…
sleeze in the junk of my existence.
(Adding her junk, her big
long
red hairs.)
Now I’m content to lie on my back,
be scratched; stare at the empty ceiling.
A poet and philosopher
inside my own mind.
And in hers.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Lance Jencks has been writing poetry for fifty years. In the 1970s he earned an MFA in Playwriting and a PhD in Contemporary Theatre. In the 1980s he published his verse-based roman á clef, "The Wisdom of Southern California," then toured that region with a one-man show of the same name. Lance has been an advertising copywriter, a stock-and-bond broker, and the guy who hooks your car to the chain at the car wash. He lives today in Newport Beach, California, where he was recently featured in the epic bodysurfing movie "Dirty Old Wedge" on Amazon.
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