American Supermodels

Oh those foggy supergazes

of american supermodels

their half-open superhalfmouths

languid supergestures

 

You fuck 'em

while they don't even notice

you dick their mouths (super!)

while they think it's supposed to be

 

Oh the submissive pliability

those half-celestial yet half-earthly creatures

their sexless ever-willingness

their whitish incorporeality

gloss of their superskin

 

One can not be not flattered by 'em

and not get a hard-on on

 

Sit 'em on your lap

what could be better

so they'll sing for hours

their unearthly supervoices

like some sort of chickens of paradise

unthinkable beautiful sirens

 

and supereyes of Medusa Gorgona

 

1996, New York City