Amadeo modigliani
tragic bohemian artist...

It'll take a little long
it'll take some lashings...

Take away sight
take away sound...

Don't look at me like this
with barely disguised...

On a clear day
take waikiki...

On a starry night
over a crackling campfire...

Pained longing
behind glazed eyes...

On the strength of a dejavu
I tossed discretion...

Fire your boss
dump the bourse...

Dont mince words
dont glove-handle me...

You mouthed oaths
more than you spoke...

A moment's gaze
a fluttering touch...