Picassoesque, by Chris Mooney-Singh

Picassoesque
 
And so you wake up from a siesta
   in the blue years of that great painter.
You see blue statues, a blue guitar,
   and blue jazz pouring from a decanter.
A blue nude swims in the bedroom shallows.
   Did you remember or create her?
Beyond the unmade sheets and pillows
   the birds in the blue palms make a stir
 
like scats of jazz. They blow you to bliss;
     and you can call this ‘happy hour’.
Hello-goodbye curaçao kiss.
   She turns her back as she turns sour.
The blue skyline is a peeping tom.
   She up and leaves you, elegantly
as night steps in where the blues come from
   between the end of sky and sea.

Chris Mooney-Singh

This poem previously appeared in the Singaporean print anthology, Anima Methodi, Squircle Line Press, November 2018.

Chris Mooney-Singh: "Australian-born, I live and teach poetry in the M.A. programme at Lasalle College of the Arts in Singapore. My last collections included The Bearded Chameleon (Redwheelbarrow Books, Singapore / Black Pepper Books (Australia) and The Laughing Buddha Cab Company (Red Wheelbarrow Books, Singapore) supported by the National Arts Council. In 2015 I completed a Phd in Creative Writing at Monash University, Melbourne and my verse novel, Foreign Madam and the White Yogi, was commended in the unpublished fiction manuscript category of The Victorian Premier's Literary Awards, 2015. My website can be found athttp://chrismooneysingh.com