I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music.”
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you,
I need you, I don’t need you
and all of that jiving around.
I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can’t keep track of each fallen beauty.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that’s all, I don’t even think of you that often.
“Men leering at woman, objectifying them is not a compliment of the beauty of the woman in question but a lack of the mans self awareness of his own sensuality, he is uncomfortable with his sex, he is unfulfilled by his own sensuousness and cannot find his beauty and the burden falls to woman yet again to become his desired object because of his own failings to love himself as woman loves herself.”—Kenneth Frazer Jones