WHOSE RED, SHINNING GUITAR?-Karlene Bland
Valerie, during her first evening of modeling ever
Did the first pose easy enough
Just looking relaxed and checking her phone for FB messages, comments and endless friend requests
She then wondered what to do for her second pose
"I need to hold something" she said
Trying to look comfortable and cool
"Here! Hold the guitar" I promptly suggested
It was Luis' guitar he had lugged all the way from home in the subway
Along with all his art materials and heavy clay
As he is a sculptor extraordinaire and an artist to boot
Play us a song, I had begged earlier
He doesn't play, he fessed up
How did you come to own this beautiful, red, shiny guitar
Such as one as King Elvis himself might have had?
I just keep it in my room, he said with a sly smile
"Oh? Just to impress the girls when they come over?" I teased
And he broke into a wide grin
You're so busted, Luis!
Looking like a romantic who can perhaps serenade a girl
But anyways, he wins them over with his warm personality
And all the cool sculptures he moulds out of his imagination lurking in his head
I often asks what he is eating that I am not eating enough
To feed my own imagination
What feels a little constipated a lot of times when I call upon it.... sigh
But for that evening, the red shinning guitar
That doesn't really get played
Served yet another grand purpose
In allowing Valerie to have something to do with her fingers and her gaze
While she look like this modeling thing
Might yet be another thing she is borned to do...
Valerie, during her first evening of modeling ever
Did the first pose easy enough
Just looking relaxed and checking her phone for FB messages, comments and endless friend requests
She then wondered what to do for her second pose
"I need to hold something" she said
Trying to look comfortable and cool
"Here! Hold the guitar" I promptly suggested
It was Luis' guitar he had lugged all the way from home in the subway
Along with all his art materials and heavy clay
As he is a sculptor extraordinaire and an artist to boot
Play us a song, I had begged earlier
He doesn't play, he fessed up
How did you come to own this beautiful, red, shiny guitar
Such as one as King Elvis himself might have had?
I just keep it in my room, he said with a sly smile
"Oh? Just to impress the girls when they come over?" I teased
And he broke into a wide grin
You're so busted, Luis!
Looking like a romantic who can perhaps serenade a girl
But anyways, he wins them over with his warm personality
And all the cool sculptures he moulds out of his imagination lurking in his head
I often asks what he is eating that I am not eating enough
To feed my own imagination
What feels a little constipated a lot of times when I call upon it.... sigh
But for that evening, the red shinning guitar
That doesn't really get played
Served yet another grand purpose
In allowing Valerie to have something to do with her fingers and her gaze
While she look like this modeling thing
Might yet be another thing she is borned to do...
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