leonardo and mona
Light is bouncing crazy
All around the place.
Angles are turning into circles
The mirror stares into Mona Lisa’s face.
Leonardo puts down his brushes.
Says,
“Why don’t you go put on some clothes.
Mona Lisa blushes.
Says,
“In this light all the wrong stuff shows.”
Leonardo picks up a box of matches
Says,
“It’s only that it’s kind of cold in here,
And anyway your body is matchless.”
Mona says,
“Leonardo, you’re such a dear.”
Mona goes to find the more
That will be something less.
The ideal kind of dress
That reveals it covers ideal flesh.
Leonardo starts in to wondering
If the source of the Nile
Will be found
As he absent-mindedly starts painting
A river in an absent background.
Mona looks into the background,
A land shrouded in mystery
Says,
“I hope you do something a little clearer
When you paint a picture of me.”
Leonardo looks at her dress and face and says,
“Well we’ll see what we shall see.”
And the hound of a thousand scars
Sits there staring into space
As a thousand different colors in jars
Sit there thinking about Mona Lisa’s face.
And I’m thinking about that painting
And the day her expression forever froze
When her mouth was caught inside the act
Of saying, “I’ve got an itchy nose.”
Light is bouncing crazy
All around the place.
Angles are turning into circles
The mirror stares into Mona Lisa’s face.