Warhol Ekphrastic
I’ve come back here
I knew my way this time
and I come to you because
the others were taken and
you excite and upset me
your contrasting shadows and
white features
your leather jacket
and painful ejaculation
you thrust forwards and I know
your 1/2 and 1/2 grey scaled neck
your new-born nose sprouting from
out of the blackness
two ghostly disks fall phantom
over your eyes your forehead
an unmarked page crisp and inviting
and just as intimidating
and your cheekbones
are perfect your lips
perfect your hand with
no distinction or detail is perfect
the light feels its way around your
cheeks and finds your ears
cowering crying and your white neck
my teeth in your white neck
your blue jeans have color and so do your
legs that I bow before intent
and all for Andy
and all for art and I know
and you know that this is real
your eyes for the first time
I see your eyes the way your
mother saw them and
the razor bumps on your neck
my teeth in your
porous and corrugated neck
the light unknowing and unintended
sweeps away the dark from your pupils
and shows me your pupils
you smoke striking
inhaling lazily
exhaling wondering
what this is
I continue
you are unattached
removed and bored
the bricks behind you crumbling
and raw show more
than your body tells me
lifeless and reactionless
and I paint you now like Andy
filmed you then but I see you
on my knees and I know
more than your mother knows
and I know more than
Andy knows but you know
less than all of us
you know what your wristwatch tells you
the unbiased light now
opens the floor in your hand
of dried valleys where the skin has
been folding for 24 years
and your forehead and cheek
bones perfect and saintly as the minutes
count down to seconds 16
15 a light flashes and white dots
replace you in my eyes