Stephan Sencerz
was born in Warsaw, Poland and came to the U.S. to study philosophy and
Zen. He received his Ph.D. in Philosophy from the University of Rochester
and has published in numerous professional journals. His poems have appeared
in ByLine, Porcupine, Potpourri, Isis Raising,
Borderlands:
Texas Poetry Review, Windward Review, and Snow Monkey.
Stephan Sencerz teaches philosophy, Western and Eastern, at Texas A&M
University in Corpus Christi.
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Eating Ice
Cream, While Reading Aristotle, While Listening to Miles
I'm eating ice-cream, cookies'n'cream
on a hazy, lazy afternoon
while studying Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics
while listening to Kind of Blue and
glancing across the table I feel
a slight movement of a chair
hands resting on mine
feet inching, crawling
I stop eating ice-cream
I'm relishing her smile and
feeding her ice-cream from
my bowl
while she is rolling a cigarette
I savor the likeness of modal jazz and
the paintings of Claude Monet
while contemplating the essence of beauty
she is lighting
it, takes a long drag
then a few, passes it on to me
and we are swaying to Miles's groove.
Not eating ice-cream, dashing
to bed
taking off my shirt, tossing off my pants, tearing off her skirt
dropping everything but the bowl of ice-cream and then
using it, eating ice-cream again
I cover with ice-cream strawberry
tipped breasts
taking a nibble, enjoying the taste
finding the precious seeds of desire
exploring, honing, adding more ice-cream to the fire
I delve in the ocean of sweet sensations
feeling the tide rise (among other things)
feeding the passions.
Licking, devouring, sipping
ice-cream
from your toes, feet, calves, knees, thighs
from the honey pot, while . . .
Miles's over, while . . .taking The Maiden Voyage
through The Eye Of The Hurricane with Herbie Hancock Quintet
while never mind philosophy and
the dependence of eudaimonia (happiness) on
the intellect, virtues and higher emotions, while . . .
swaying our hips
swinging
time
I scream ice-cream, you scream ice-cream
we scream ice-cream
be-bop, oop bop, hard-bop, sh'bam
the syncopation.
No more ice-cream . . .
almost all is gone
though we can always find some more
sensuous pleasures as well as something deep
which one? it all depends on perspective
and mine . . . is now quite vertical
as I'm laying down melting into you
on this lazy, hazy Summer evenig
while listening to Kind of Blue.
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© 2002 Stephan Sercenz. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
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