Picasso's Model

Picasso's Model from my book, The Flyiing Unibrow

Picasso

 saw things through a prism

confounding as astigmatism

producing a major schism

between what's real and painted.

 I saw a model passing through

who looked like Dora Maar–it's true!

 reflected in my mirror view.

Here's what we two had to do:

I screamed,

She wept,
I fainted.

Just What She Always Wanted

Vincent van Gogh

ran out of dough

Concomitantly he cut off his ear.

 How drear!

When the ladies scolded him,

 Their chides emboldened him

It was clear

Vincent could no longer hear!

He queried his escort while drying a tear,

"What do you think I besmear when I leer

 I've just got this lust for life. No fear!

My brother will take care of us, dear.

I assure you I'll be able to pay some day

After I paint Sunflowers...OK?

Then Starry Night, so we won't have to fight

 Besides, I love you. You're my delight.

Perhaps, dear one, it may seem queer

That I drink absinsthe rather than beer

So out of the ordinary I do want to veer
I'm giving you part of me... my ear!"