so Picasso
didn't know
James Madison,
but he knew quite well
Dora and her magic spell.
and he often wore a dandy hat
going to a fancy Paris ball.
his first wife, Olga, wrapped an ankle
due to her opera fall.
their marriage took a turn for the worse,
but there was no Spanish curse;
he simply decided he deserved what he wanted
and vows be damned,
and how the wind doth ramm!
like the unholy penis in his skillful hand,
he felt great and had the EYE:
short and spry,
full of himself while distorting any female breast.
yes, who could have guessed?
he stroked and poked and painted,
grabbed Jacqueline by the neck until she fainted.
later-in-life ceramics on the shelf and red clay on the floor;
a favorite brush on a small table by his studio door,
far from Montmartre and his room with Fernande and being poor.
the young boy with a gift
on the world stage as an adult in an untethered skiff,
adrift,
clutching his genius.
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