Thursday, November 13, 2008

Poem: Seven Studies for a Self-Portrait (Study #7)

Study #7
after Yasumasa Morimura

After strapping the tits to my narrow chest
and pulling the famous hair over my scalp,

I talk to Marilyn about loving Art, playing
dumb blonde, being typecast as one thing.

She answers, with a toss of her head,
her nipples erect as the stalk of a fruit,

Grab me. I demur. Out of politeness
or fear or disbelief. She takes my hands

by the wrists, presses them between her
thighs. Now we can talk about anything.



Calder said...


Cool read Jee!

Eshuneutics said...

The tight couplet form works nicely towards its close, the tightness of thighs. This is a thoughtful and witty sequence-- a dark palette.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, R Jay, for following this.

Andrew, I'm glad you like it.