Gigolo
—for
Sylvia Plath
Pimp noir, I trick
rather well—
I’m your typical
lounge lizard, my dear
Cruising nightly with
nothing to hide
It’s best we meet in
a cul-de-sac tho
Gigolos are maniacal caricatures—
Doomed by their own narcissistic
Obsessions, afflicted with unstable
Notions of self & delusory aspirations
My palace of fine red velvet—
My condo full of endless
mirrors with
An attic full of aging portraits while
An attic full of aging portraits while
Below I’m completely
self-contained
No photographs of my
lovers—
No rings in my ears,
no camp
Professional gigolos
are tres serious
When Mr. Green talks, we listen intently
When Mr. Green talks, we listen intently
Rich sugar daddies gulp at my bulk—
Here I am in my swank
tuxedo
Sipping martinis and
acting bored
Slippery and
carnivorous as a shark
I’m a rather
chic seedy Narcissus—
A malevolent Pepé
Le Pew who poses
Like a vain exceptionally proud peacock
Unlike the self-effacing Miss Prufrock
I distance myself from lovers—
And emotional attachments to anybody
I’m like a self-sustaining aloof magnolia
Draped with decadent Spanish Moss
I’m rather happy alone here in my—
Seductively baroque kitschy bordello
Adjusting to my latest sagging face lift
With blasphemous aging panache
Sexuality is a threatening presence—
I avoid bright sharp claws of older men
Avoiding their lips and touch if I possibly
Can avoid their ubiquitous tacky menace
Increasingly crass
and hyperbolic—
About my violent
power over men
Whose jellyfish-lips
sting me
They plead for my
aphrodisiac squid
And there is no end, no end to it—
Gigolos never grow
old, they end up
Shrieking to
themselves alone at night
Glittering away in
some Fontainebleau
Some large dumpy royal châteaux—
Gratified by all the
years of pimping
Reclusive by some
lavishly decorated
Pool done in the
mannerist style
Ceaselessly admiring
themselves—
In their palatial,
disreputable bordellos
Full of
superficiality & deadly narcissism
Tenderly leaning &
gazing at themselves
1 comment:
Clever. Came across this while googling the Plath poem.
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