Elizabeth Peyton, Jackie and John (Jackie fixing John’s hair), 1999
Encased enframed by waning waves of blue blocks
Forlorn, tears not worn embodied the white princess trite
Patting not a jock's cap on dweeby boy, wet behind the ears.
A pair, Her Fairness rains down splat at that whatchamaallit's hair
Eton style hiding youth's Rock a hard guile, organ loss, his
Mojo is a toss.
At heel a watch dog's pace in white space, a triangular
gumshoe tails
a Dicks' opposing pace.
Not a fleshly rhythmed walk, bi-unisoned march. Ready up? Hup,Hup.
Letting gas, no faults imbued, bespoke at mass. B'rup, b'rup.
Native American White Soxed princeling S.O.B. steps in tune to
pie-hole dishonesty
Clothed up tight they walk our rights under camera bites.
To be or Naught to be wussed out on vicissitudes as mother
Jack's off, ew! surreptitious frights.
-- Claire Medol Hyman
Note: Written as an exercise at a workshop called "High Art/Low Language: Experiments in Poetic Style," conducted by Eileen G'Sell at the Mildred Lane Kemper Art Museum, where Elizabeth Peyton's exhibition "Ghost" is currently on display through April 18.
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