with her earrings and her cat eyes,
she smiled with an Oriental purr.
Marie Laurencin watched his collar stud
tickling her soft fur.
she leaned beside his well-dressed bed.
he rested while moving fitfully,
very much in love,
poetry filling the air.
his name was Guillaume Apollinaire:
he died of a broken heart and a war wound.
she had all his letters buried
with her in her tomb:
"merde, merde, merde..."
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
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