The artists, they want to sit in a room together

The artists want to sit in a room together,
talk and not talk, about the wars around them.

In the fashion of artists, they sip, nibble, pine
for arguments sake, the variations of yellow.

Today, a bourgeois moment each protean conn-
oisseur howls a coloratura, promising not to
forget photos of the amputee, an erotic thong.

Their bricolage forged, available in unlimited editions.