Bonus Free Verse: Male Art Is So Confessional

Well they paint things like this,

("The Uncertainty of the Poet" by Giorgio di Chirico)

like a warning:

Girl, in a world where

men are not sequestered

even though all they see are

what you see as defects

your progress is and will always be impeded

by piles of useless disconnected bananas,

which is at least sort of funny

in a might-as-well-laugh-as-cry sort of way.

(Cue the banana music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoI-DIIX8_k )

But they'd rather look at things like this,

(would-be actress, certainly model, Sydney Sweeney}

mostly because

more of us look like the former image

than like the latter.

Having grown old with C-cups 

I observe young Sweeney and think

Girl, you need daily sessions on a swing set

or sailboat, or something that works those muscles.

If they depend that much on support now

your name will be "Saggy Maggy" when you're forty.

But what does she care, she's raking in

money from advertising denim as lingerie,

which is such a stupid idea

it might actually catch on among the very young,

and probably figures, if she ever reaches

an age as unimaginably far off as forty,

she'll be able to afford corrective surgery.

Girl, exercise is a LOT more fun than surgery.

But if we didn't let men run around unsupervised

we could be happy with our sagginess right?

Like lesbians. Eww. Ick. Keep exercising.

The Poet ought to be able to make

some crystal of ladylike logic out of these

displays of male emotional chaos,

but it's still early in the morning.

Enjoy this dribble of ekphrastic free verse

that could probably only ever have been writen,

much less published, by using the Internet.

I am chortling. So are you, I hope.

Oh wottha...the link-up is still open, so I might as well link this one to 

https://dversepoets.com/2025/07/31/openlinknight-388/ .