-what's in a name-

Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head belongs to the ages now.

Across the refrain of Sophisticated Side-ways Ponytail 

spun in skirts of steely-green—  metallic sort of emerald  

bleeds its white-girl's legs like sticks in dropped 

porcelain.

Voice sings in sharp vocal strains,  

testing the measure of the chord’s extremities, 

searing like strings of Solerno-Sonnenberg, 

splitting the sinew of its matter in half. One half is yours.

Her half is radium.

Like ironed-blonde shimmers in the face
of her atmosphere, 

luminescence as sweet and funny
as moon-stuff.

                                                         8/19/09