Petulance

The pope’s soul fantasy spiritual

makes heard a mahogany noise.

Bread nutriment of opinion

makes a small electric installation voucher

in the soul of subtraction

every hour for morphine addicts.

Dropped subject little loaves of silence

in the tumult of Oxford Street.

Can it be, the charm of invoking God

with a Negro symbol?

Yes, because life is a turtle’s irruption

in the passionate eye.

Hem genius with flies for a laugh.

The mechanism of a soldier violates cubes of water

with bagpipe socks.

Francis Picabia