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Evening Reflections

Jen Selinsky

Copyright © 2011 by Jen Selinsky

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ISBN: 9781370060597


At night, I tend to be most perceptive. This is the time during which I can shine, and my work has a chance at surviving all the thoughts which reside inside my brain. There is nothing like a secluded nighttime to make one come into oneself in which to create and provide literature to minds who are thirsty and yearning for new material. Ladies and gentleman, it is just such my aim to achieve!

All You Need Is a Scented Night

Nighttime sees you calm,

After being chased through

Such turbulent obstacles.

You can turn up the heat

And turn up the noise,

But you cannot feel the

Same as you did when

Everyone else was looking.


Mystical talents,

Filing grievances

For a part of you

That is no longer there.

And one cannot compare

The explosion that burst

In your face to the

Peace that is supposed to

Help you delve into

The calm reasoning

That now envelops

Your soul.


Strange creations—

Tiny little portions of your brain.

Nothing can take you apart

Once you are already inside—

Dropping into the realm

That knows no fictional existence.

No imaginations have any room

To grow there because nothing

Takes it all away at the end

Of a ruthless day.


Go on to find an ending,

Just don’t bother trying to

Find one with me!

You cannot hide because you

Know, very well, what you’ve done

To a mind that had no chance before.


2. Know not what you do,

Know not from whence you came,

With such lofty expectations

And music that has no right

Claiming anything of yours.


Gas spills out everywhere;

You make a turn.

Don’t say that you

Did not expect this

Because I can vouch

For you no more

That twist and turn

In our lives.

I am out of here,

Some ways down the road,

Before you even realize that I am gone.


Not like that,

Not like the days

During my height, at

My parent’s house, spilling

Out red words on the pages

That matched my thin body.

Being this time, opposed

To that time, it’s no where

Near as good.

It’s not quite what

You expected when

I had moved from

One point in my

Life to the place that

I know today.


2. Posthumous release,

Invitation to F. Scott Fitzgerald.

*“So Cold in El Dorado” was how

You started things out.

But that was not what

I was thinking during

This brief period, despite

What your little mind

Wanted you to believe.

So long ago, now that

I’ve had a chance to

Re evaluate.

*“So Cold in El Dorado” was an early song performed by Duran Duran

at a live gig in 1978; they played for an unruly punk audience.


No rest,

Must keep going,

Must plug along

As I listen to sounds

That I’ve never heard

Before because I did not

Know that they were there.

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