Poor de Chirico

Oh my dear friend, my dear friend Giorgio

How has this time Breton

Discouraged your liaison with the

Eye styled metaphysical incong, incongruous scenarios

Dauntly jaunt about

Through nostalgic despair

Within childlike renderings

Of a nightmarish recall

And all my images, fragments, I've shored upon my ruins

Pictor classicus sum, I am pure

Oh my dear friend, my dear friend Giorgio

How has this time Breton

Discouraged your liaison with the

Eye styled metaphysical incong, incongruous scenarios

Step solemn with the

Air of reluctant manes

As rod and hoop shadow children

Scatter through a Henna Arcade

Figures indentured to a windless landscape

Enduring silence and flame

Da da da

Some are paying no loyalty to the nonsensical

Scorned their nihilist pageantry

Dauntly jaunt about

Through nostalgic despair

Within childlike renderings

Of a nightmarish recall

And all my images, fragments

I've shored upon my [Incomprehensible] ruins

Pictor classicus sum, I am pure