Yasushi Akashi Does Not Wear a Brassiere, Either

She disappeared real quick in her braless

Pink Outfit now she reappears like a helicopter and passing me by

Without existential malaise no no Prozac so

Young in the glory of an April cruel cruel April

Morning I gasp at the nearest

Mausoleum.

She would be an immortal one with a prance in her step

And a bare innocent neck, like Helen in The Land of Troy.

End of Poem and Beginning of ecplanation of poem:

I am hangin’ out in a coffee shop again, captivated by the beauty of women.  I took a photograph of the woman I write about here, but am afraid to post it, because I am afraid I might get arrested if I do.  Don’t fret.  I am certain she was at least 27.  Just these days the sociologists and pervert police and the public have gone mad.  They would toss an innocent man like me, a lover of beauty, into the can in a guilty-before-proven-innocent second.

Moral: Don’t look at women under 40, and if you do look at women over 40, don’t hire a selfish lawyer.  Defend yourself in the sexual harassment suit.

O, Yasushi Akashi:

I was Googling something, actually I Bing. Then I mistyped something—no surprise, I can’t type too good.  Then I hit a wrong button, and Yasushi appeared:  Art by mistake.  Everybody should try it.  Did Theodore Roethke get paid to explain his poems?

PS: Google “Aqualung.”

And why do men not have their own version of feminism?