Modigliani's Model

From my book of poems, The Flying Unibrow

Modigliani

Searched  nook and cranny

Looking for the perfect model.

An  emotional wreck at full throttle.

He took his search
Through zoo and  church
On a very long trek
For an elongated neck.

Stifling an hysterical laugh

His feverish quest cut in half
Modigliani
Painted a giraffe.

Botero's Model

Botero's Model, digital painting

A veritable Botero 

whose waist's not too narrow 

installs herself in my chair 

with a permanence seldom seen there

 but  in Pyramids or the Eiffel Tower.

Her bra doesn't wow her.

She throws it up in the air

with an absence of flair

poses there, weighty and immovable.

Thong totally removable.

It swings off her toe like a bower.