Cuddly druggist

A lady grimaces

Snobbism rends the bed

Beside the lane

Under the advantage of a new position

Subjugated to a passenger’s arms once

A malefactor in the bond of caresses

In love marked with printing

Going nowhere

In the night their faces

Laughed in the silence

Working on something for the violin

Unique subject this visible cry

Of love’s strange shame.

Francis Picabia