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.

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3 comments:

Calder said...

Indeed!!!

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.