Mona Who?

A transient flush of a smile.
Or an elusive smirk that isn't there
When you look again again.
That crude, shrewd gaze.
If I burn cigarettes in your eyes,
Paint you a red party wig or
Deface you with a second and more imprudent mustache,
Will you still be smiling then Mona?

I saw you on a coffee cup, a T-shirt,
On a decaying poster adorning a derelict building. (and
A million other places)

She sits infinite judgment
With her sovereign gaze, glaring throughout all ages
- Like a Christ.
You think you are so pious and reverent.
Queen of some hazy, smoldering landscape.
An ugly reminder of classicism gone by.
You are a bruise on the gallery wall.
An assault to modern consciousness
And explicit to a contemporary eye.

I don't celebrate your personage.
Sickly and yellow you appear, smeared with patronage.
I despise your impertinent portrait.
The hide of you to sit their in chiaroscuro cheek,
Like some antique spoil of the Renaissance.
Florentine trash.

The Louvre prostitutes your inexplicable smile,
Selling your mystery, contriving you a phony history.
A dime to look upon this foul ritual and icon in demand.
Discolouring dust settles on your exquisite gloss.
A benign moth chews through your sheen in the hours of the night.
I pity you Lisa, in glass exaltation and cheap exhibition.
Integrity plundered, you are a blatant joke.
You are a pitiful martyr, celebrity, sex goddess - all awe is eroded.
Tourists shuffle in popular queue.
Your audiences' are novelty's customers and
Probably think your size too small.

But I'll be sure too stand behind the red tape,
Perhaps even walk past, lured by a competing Picasso.
But, when you least expect, when you keepers are unaware,
I'll catch you frowning and hurl an empty
Beer bottle at your cabinet.
I will split your canvass destroying your invincibility.
For all other titles thou hast given away.
I am better than thou art now, I am a fool and thou art a commodity.

P.S. ken done, I hate you too!

Please Note: This poem contains spelling errors in the persons name at the end, however they are intentional.