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
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?