Cherry Ukiyo

 

 

Cherry Ukiyo

© 2008 by Will Northerner

 

It started innocently enough

Enduring too much effusive conversation

How some people 

Gush indecipherable blather

At openings

 

As some tourists 

Wish to meet and greet the artist

More than they respect the work

On walls

 

I was the artist

Cherry was the sightseer

Yet she captured my attention

She spoke in metaphor

She could articulate abstract

Thoughts

 

Not a hint of sycophancy 

In her initial bearing

She didn’t tax my patience 

With accolades or vitriol

 

She recognized subtleties on the walls

Invisible to others

 

So we developed into a...

Something

We appeared here and there together

We talked telepathically

 

Being something of a thrall

To Japanese archetypes

I could squint my eyes

And place her

Squarely in that pantheon

 

Power geisha

With a little Shiva

And a little diva

 

She could come on

All demure and obliging

Straight out of the Edo demimonde

 

I made her my mind geisha

 

In the queer lexicon

She was my nice on the eyes

F*g hag

 

She often spoke of getting it on with me

Seemed an unlikely prospect at first

Yet her persistence captivated me

She surely could titillate my mind

 

She spoke at length of torrid affairs

Getting it on with a beautiful tranny

A lesbian model

A Harley driving butch gal

And a battalion of guys

In excruciating detail

 

Yes

 

She was getting very interesting

 

She started introducing me 

To what she called her

Accoutrements...

A pharmacopeia of mind bending 

Thrill pills

And her favorite 

Powder paste pipe puff...

 

Made her eyes roll back in her head

Made her cat walk in her

Victoria Secrets

Made her even crazier

To get it on...

Which would be kind of a rule breaker

For sleeping with one’s very own

F*g Hag

Leads to...

The SWITCH OVER...

Straight from my fan club

To some eventual fiancé or

Something

 

But...

 

We started indulging in her

Accoutrements

And things quickly became

Orgiastic

We inhabited our own 

Floating world of day in

Day out...

Exploration

She was a Chinese acrobat

And I was the tightrope

She walked

 

Mad crazy  eye rolling incalculable interplay

Better than just about everything before

She loved taking action pix from my computer 

Loved looking at pix of us

In action...

I kept them all on disc

Pretending to erase them

Partly for private review

And partly for psycho insurance

 

I knew she’d grow possessive 

And tiresome soon enough

She actually had a husband she called

Daddy Sha-bling

...Said he adored her

...Let her come and go as she pleased

He afforded her endless plastic persuasion

For all important communion

With the ATM snatch

For powder puff candy galore

 

And of course the day did come

When she turned into a kind of Kurosawa Lady Macbeth

Incessantly peeping out the blinds when fun was to be had

Truly paranoid

Always thought the neighbor lady was spying on us

The police were at the door

Asking

“Are you sure the door’s locked ?”

Repeatedly

She thought Daddy Sha-bling

Had detectives out to catch her in the act

 

And when she consumed the saki absinthe coolers

She went into Godzilla mode

Calling me every foul thing in the catalogue 

Of hate...

 

Quite enough...

I told her I saved all the pix...

For psycho insurance

And she sure as hell was psycho...

 

Told her Daddy Sha-bling would get the pix

If she didn’t vanish from my floating world

And the mere thought of 

Plastic pleasure pump curtailment 

Made her suddenly sober...

 

The last thing she said was...

 

Nothing...

 

She walked out the door

 

Never saw her again

 

 

Author's Note

I do all the art for the poetry I post...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. You are a storyteller of great skill. You took me to the artwork and held my attention to the last word. I like the detail and description of the woman. Made her come alive in your words. The story got more interesting with each line. A outstanding story of a woman. Many people will touch our life. Few will stay with us in memory.
Coyote

[Rodwonder]

This is very modern. I am very into poetry that tells a story. Your use of words is razor sharp and cuts in through where others would get murky and lost. I can relate to this...