barbie by andy warhol
BARBIE & KEN, KEN & BARBIE
Ken has a big job at Castle Air Force Base,
where the work is challenging and the future
lies on the cutting room table, docile and clear
for Ken, who with scissors unwrinkles its face.
Ken drives to Paso Robles on the weekend
in a sports car that runs on needle bearings;
he takes the turns hard and as he does he sings
for up ahead is the ocean and the sand
and Barbie in a pink negligee, Barbie
waiting in her tall pink pumps, golf clubs ready.
The coast hills are greener than they used to be,
the ocean restless, only Ken is steady.
Soon they'll be together, brother and sister,
Barbie and Ken, sharing a toothbrush, sharing
a toilet, a tub, sharing the same old song
that freezes on their lips, sharing each other
for that breathless moment when the elders
bow to their credit card. Sundays would be hell
what with packing, parting, and the long haul
if brother and sister weren't such good soldiers.
andy warhol by andy warhol