Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle

Let us barge into art studios all over Europe

Catch humans in there highest state of shame.

Let us drink cups of coffee in Paris, , Barcelona, istanbol,kwait

Play the hilarious, pitiful dreaming game.

Let us get stranded in the ceaseless split ended blond locks

Of a washed out actress.

Let us sink within.

The magnitude of a blood soaked mattress.

Let us carry on with backpacks of self loathing

And  miles long to do lists

Let us break into the nothingness of emptiness

with soaked, clinched fists

let us introduce to the unwelcoming

unprepared world

children of flowers

children of poetry..