"These are kind of see-through" / "It's a modesty bunny"

[locksmithy]

*my first time at Dr. Sketchy's scanned & poem'd in #70 ( 7/11/10)

194. November 14, 2010 (sun., wk28 fin, Dr. Sketchy's w. Sarah Paterson/Lady Lapin!)

The broken horn clasp helps
You remember which wicker direction
To put your paint brushes

Try to find the petals, contour line for the frills
Of lace cresting peach-hues
Brassiere waning, half-moon pulling the tide

Recycled paper sketchbooks, this body
You move your eyes down like an MBTA map
Casual urgency, each squeeze of ink

Wrist wrapped around subway pole
Each pointillist point made with white pigment
Next stop! Sunday art-outing, bring change

Draping itself in shifts, magic recedes
And returns like the shore, a treasure-hunt for
Something bushy-eyed, brightly told

Yellowbook tales told with "Mini-me" muffs
Lady Lapin's ironic Arrr's, venison bonus rounds
Open mouth head scarf like a coffee table

Book of threadbare gypsy girls, green rust in their ears
Sandy pirate-gems, no innuendo
Needed, put your clammy beer

On the floor beneath fondling
Folding chair, welcome into
Our sticky Sunday parlour

If you don't holler
Find the last dollar in your pocket to crumple
For better aim, you're no artist at all, really

You need a strong pulse to clap and shade
The muscle control to include the sparkle
Points of the pupils, blow an eyelash off the tip

Of your finger, blow a charcoal kiss
Whistle your white wash
Gluttony of gratitude, thank the nice

Lady with "modesty-bunny" in her netted knickers
And you know how to clean up, don't you?
You put your whisker'd lips together

And blow the eraser dust off your lap
Compliment the believable halo of graphite
Paper flesh shows when you smile

Our pygmy pelt-model
For the half a dozen taxidermists
Of Massachusetts







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