I drunk her dress like Dubonnet
wine flowing Monet and
winked at Picasso as he
slowly went by.
Machine gunning time on a carousel with more wine as
we shot through light hues,
'je accuse'
'not me',
said in a rush as Leonardo picked up his brush and
dissected perspectives with Loki like strokes.
I drunk her dress on the canvas stretched light on a mattress,
sketchy memories at best,
are best.