Photo Realist Shopping Trolley Supermodel

You are there:
So alone,
Sometimes upside-down,
Silent,
Bruised,
Graceful,
And stoic,
In the thousands and thousands,
Of still photographs,
And documentaries,
Examining, exploring, teasing out,
Certain aspects of urban decay,
And its unchained lunacies.
You're there,
Always,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

Exposed,
The opening shot,
You always seem to set the scene,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

Striking your derelict pose,
In the typical urban wasteland:
You and an abandoned pram,
You and a burnt out car,
You and a destitute, toothless man,
You and a disused warehouse.
But you're always there,
Defining,
And,
Defiant,
And,
So alone,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

And I've looked closely:
Over the decades your profile hasn't aged,
Not a day,
Not at all.
I hope it's not heroin that's mummifying your wiry frame,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel?

You travel the urban dystopias,
Of New York, London, Paris,
Oh de toilets.
There you are,
You are there,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

Classical,
Embedded,
Lame,
Ageless,
And completely blameless,
Beneath an iridescent Kohl mascara sky,
Photoshopped sometimes.
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

I guess you fly first-class by now,
And,
Doubtless you deservedly command,
A very large fee too.
Ushered by limo,
To the camera eye's ground-zero,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

Your entourage, always out of shot,
While you meditate and twist around in your wheeled ankles,
Balletic,
And so endangered,
Documentary shopping trolley supermodel.

You never do interviews.
Why?
You never attend those ubiquitous red carpet events.
Is it because you're so sensitive to your art?
All that showbiz - it's so not you.
You are the ultimate method actor.
You are an artist, absolute,
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.

Once,
I thought I spied you,
Lying down, bent, a bit trashed,
Beside a peeled and emaciated art-deco fountain,
Obviously for a news item,
About the credit crunch,
Or something.
I was too shy to ask for your autograph,
Especially as you seemed so "in character",
Photo realist shopping trolley supermodel.