Issue 71, Fall 1977
I wish my head to appear perfectly round
and since the canvas should be of epic dimensions,
please trace the circle with a frisbee,
rather than a button or a dime.
My face should be painted with
an ant-like sense of detail;
pretend you are constructing a street
map of Rome and that the citizens
can lift 30 times their own weight.
The result should be a strained
but self-satisfied expression,
as if I am lifting a Volkswagon with one foot.
The body is not great matter,
just draw some straight lines
with a pencil and ruler, employing
Mr. Pretzel as a model but remember
to erase the salt flecks before the unveiling.