a study toward sonnet #1,536 by FisherKingKQJ
(Failed sculptor turned bas relief counterfeiter Soichi
hangs a frame of his first successful baht on the wall of his
twentieth floor garret, in the red light district of
Nagasaki, then croons -)
I sketch first my love scratching sticks of chalk,
Then mould her plaster dummy, plumbed from bust,
Shut out my ego bound, abusive lust-
Tight chickenmesh mashed hexagons, no baulk.
I couldn't capture her tongue snaking fork
Of trivial babble, or glance, yet put trust
In limestone like bore, marbled veins of rust,
I sealed her, primed her, peeled on paint glaze caulk.
Was Yoshio who said that statues sweat bird slime,
Through centuries of wary waterblast
Ground down to true scale 1:20 last,
Proportion perfect, duck's back skin skim crime.
Chiseling her down done dead on scripture,
Tattoo scaled, my feet-bind mermaid sculpture.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 scripture
o $10,000,000 text
o $10,000,000 writing
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