The Barbie Cycle 1
we were launched in the same year, you and me:
my legs are not madly elongated: like yours
nor do my breasts proclaim the pyramids
I hope my stare is thoughtful not vapid
and bless me, my hair is more manageable.
I can grasp objects and work
my arms bend too and
I can wear flat shoes
but Barbie O Barbie
how I envy your crutch:
smooth crack- and hair- less
with only the suggestion of a declivity
are you not racked by lust or guilt
priestess of the impossible fuck?
The Barbie Cycle 2
Barbie, O Barbie, now we are fifty
they are writing about you in the paper
I get to age in private
they say you would have back pain
yup, me too
they say you would have osteoporosis
girl, let’s keep the blinkers on and drink more milkshakes
they say you would wear glasses
I’ve worn them for years, very sexy ones
they say you would have grey hair
a girl like you, no problems with the dye
me, I’m relishing every strand of earned silver
they say you might be shorter
darling, I’ve spent my life down here
they say you would have trouble standing up
what with your impressive breasts and waist
they just don’t know do they?
my tits have shrunk and sunk into my waist
fast-growing to support them
you’re still kicking ass, right?
still in love with lust?
still no fulfilment – the eternal virgin?
The Barbie Cycle 3
Barbie the Mole?
have you swapped sides, you invidious chameleon?
now equipped with a video camera
on your chest – of course
and play-back screen, cunningly inserted in your
if becoming Barbie is what girls dream of,
are we now bionic spies of ourselves?
is Barbie the paedophile’s ideal toy
and how long before we are all wired
chipped coded digitised
the perfect tracking toy
The Barbie Cycle 4
Barbie, the Icon of our Dreams
if you were a feminist, in suit and tie
or a plumber in overalls,
would you wear pink?
can a plaything be a feminist person?
all our hate and frustration is
focussed on you, small plastic
if you can’t have it all –
hairy armpits, purple stubble,
the lesbian lover
the broken-hearted Ken
and the PhD in the gender implications at the Quantum Point
what hope do we have?
the pink Cadillac
The Barbie Cycle 5
I hear you’ve been pregnant
I hear you had a tat on your tum
body piercings next?
love, washable baby tattoos
hearts and flowers and bambi
Barbie-wire, a dagger
a bleeding rose
a crumbling skull
and your foot on Ken’s face
fifty means freedom girl
The Barbie Cycle 6
New Jewels for Barbie
your most expensive look
your newest incarnation
Argyll pink diamonds in a collar of glitter
darling you’re wearing well
at 51, with youth fading past
we all know the answer is bling!
Stefano’s black frock
a face lift and diet
are you getting any yet?
The Barbie Cycle 7
Time stands still
for style icons. Take
turning 50 this year
Back in the day Ken
lush blond locks
Ken works out
He is wise strong
he slips away
Gone are the days
he doesn’t want to look like a loser
Ken is gay a handbag draws a blank
Is that why Barbie dropped him?
because Ken started relaxing his prostate
her pink the pink the pink the pink
Ken has developed a taste