Change of gears

Wild desire to take in my arms

My finger toward the sky

Farther and higher

I want to take a little trip with you

Like a sick child babbling

I am the factory colleague

Who reams out the cylinders of happiness

My mind has dreams of mad hotels

Others have only one mistress

Not mine any more

Grief passes more quickly in the Seine

But an egotistical taxicab joy

In the slope quilted with stars

And big Monaco lizards

Lashes my face in this night

For out of fine silhouettes seagulls

Watch a unique spectacle

My motorcar on a honeymoon

And my pretty ovary

Whom I savor with me.

Francis Picabia