Ink melts wax
Presents art as wick-sacrifice,
To tongues burning English (surrendering economic
advantages). First germ in sequence of distribution
To the Products of Empire,
Picasso, benumbed from red wine, broke the chairs of peasants and styled the shards before Apollinaire’s derby-hat, insisted he describe the pieces in verse.
But with nowhere to sit. He wrote on his toes.
Bohemian cache invited vulgar comments. Rich folks stood at the gate
And wondered why the ape, who was taught how to paint, only added to canvas
The bars of his prison.
Are art too.
When Mona Lisa went missing, Apollinaire and Picasso were questioned as to her whereabouts. She was discovered, invested in a bender, thrown out of Italy for Paris.
Rich folk line up for miles to obliterate her color.