NUDE DRAWING #4

AT THE OFFICE

It is impolite to prod the back of a coworker with a green banana. 

She will not be as likely to let you dip your finger into her muffin and today is pumpkin cream

cheese.

Rather, wait until your banana is speckled with sweet spots, and then rub it against the backs of her

knees; it will be well received.  

When she asks to borrow your stapler do not reply, “I would sooner staple your asshole shut.” 

Simply hand it over, but watch her as she walks away to make sure she passes Nelson’s cubicle

without stapling his tongue to his forehead.  That is, and always has been, your aspiration. 

If your boss asks you to make photocopies for his presentation do not instead photocopy your gaping

asshole to prove a point.  Knowing his interest in David Bowie he will likely ask for a closer look.

Do not masturbate in the employee restroom during your lunch hour.  You will be contending with

the groans of your coworkers.   

Even though you have a crush on the secretary, it is unwise to wait for her in the employee lounge

and leap out of the broom closet with your cock in your hand while she is waiting for her toast.

Every Friday when you visit payroll, the hefty woman with a tacky dolphin pendant takes her time

finding your paycheck.  Avoid telling her how many ways you’ve imagined her death. 

Simply smile and then stare at her intern who is licking envelopes, while thinking it a terrible waist

of an admirable dexterity. 

NUDE DRAWINGS #3

IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR

It would be wise to purchase a bitch before smearing peanut butter and jelly all over your cock and

balls, otherwise you will be responsible for cleanup, and fucking your teddy bear will only cause

more ruckus.     

If mother and father find out you will be sucking off a bar of soap for dinner.

If the neighbors catch you, you will be eating out the lawnmower on Saturdays.

If your brothers notice it will be as compromising as cuddling with hydrangeas.

It is better to beat off in front of the mirror listening to Chopin imagining a nude drawing of yourself

as you begin changing Autumn to Winter, the remaining leaves receding from your shoulders,

another dream siphoned and deranged.

NUDE DRAWINGS #2

AT THE CONVENIENCE STORE

She will be reaching for a package of edamame beans, but will have been standing there long

enough for condensation to have faded, so when you approach her  she will see you coming.

Her eyes will widen and her breath will momentarily fog the glass. 

You will put your hand inside your pocket and pull out ChapStick and smear it over your lips,

puckering them, only feet before her.

You will ask her if she needs any help.

She will say, she doesn’t need any help.

Then you will run your fingers through your hair and look at her in a way that says, “I’m going to

bend you over the counter  while smoking a cigarette and watch you in the security mirror.” 

Then you will light a cigarette and stare into the security camera and bend over to get a closer look

at an elderly woman stealing Snickers in aisle three.

NUDE DRAWINGS #1

ON THE ROAD

When you find a woman on roadside dressed lasciviously, drag her through gravel and blood,

through thick hedges grieving in sunlight and briefly attempt her revival so as to avoid suspicion.

Finger her braids and penetrate her mouth with your index finger, gliding it along her teeth and gums

and then spread her jaws to watch her tongue glisten. 

Then place your hand on her stomach and imagine she is dying, giving birth to your first child.  Lift

her shirt awfully and rest your ear against her navel. 

Listen for screaming, for the subtle trembling of ignition.

Lift her skirt.  Pull her frayed panties to one side. 

Push, you will say.  Push. 

Underneath her is a rock drenched in sweat, blood, and piss.

Carefully raise it to your chest.  Love it as if it were your own.