Egon Schiele And Jello Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I admire
his inspecting
draftsmanship
into the intimate
feminine parts.

None obscene
despite raising
my masculine interest.

It's not that deformed
skeletal members
attract me.

Maybe it's the mesmerizing
eyes and their gawking
originality that does.

Something circus-like
that would provoke
a double take
were we to cross paths.

Yes
maybe it's his artistically
tortured mind
that's appealing.

Not unlike
the contortioned poses
of models
in the fashion industry
who appear in magazines
soft brushed
to perfect
physiological idealism.

His models are all about
the body
and disheveled hair.

His drafting lines separate
the spirit
from the flesh
and get to the essence.

There's a simultaneous
feeling of attraction
and repulsion.

Like eating green
jellied brains
made with Jell-O
in a Borneo bordello.