I buy my own groceries,
fix my own meals, wash
my dirty dishes: what more
could a woman want?
She might want a stiff erection,
that’s what: something I last had
back at the turn of the century.
She might want a man to give her a baby:
something I did in 1980.
House shakes; hill burns;
sea rises up to my doorstep.
I am unconcerned. Amazon
delivers overnight—ain’t it grand?
(Here’s what money buys: DVDs.
Unsweetened soda. Condoms
I no longer use.)
When synapses fail to connect,
no pain is felt.
When friends die left and right,
it previews coming attractions.
Outside, frost has formed.
Snow begins to fall. Surfing
conditions are excellent.
You hire the hall,
ad in the paper—
audience appears,
you do it. Then what?
Then back to your room
for more sleeping and writing:
more checking the fridge
for juice.

Selected byLawrence George
Image credit:nrd

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.