Keith Haring Poem by Morgan Michaels

Keith Haring



If you see a man of a certain age,
hair still determinedly dark,
but having some time ago switched to khakis
striding Eastern Parkway Plaza
professionally proud,
a bit self-absorbed but unmenacing,
fireworks past,
backdropped by the friezes of the Brooklyn Museum,
its reassuringly old-fashioned pantheon
still reassuring, despite the heat,
and wearing a T-shirt a lighter shade of red than blood
blazoned with a baby, white but out-lined black,
palisaded with hatch-marks denoting radiance
or kineticism or both,
that would be me, for you see.......
I have just been to the Keith Haring show-
the Keith Haring show which ends soon.
What did I think of it, you wonder?
You will want to know the opinion of a man
wearing exactly that shade of red.
'It brought back the era well' I say-
'the era to end all eras:
but a little Keith Haring now,
goes a surprisingly long way.'

Thursday, July 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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