COME FRIENDLY BOMB

is blob love something that never goes away?

Translation: ‘The Peacock,’ Apollinaire

In furling out his wheel, this bird,

whose plumage drags the grass,

looks extra lovely from the front

but flashes forth his ass.

This is literally the poem. ”a terre,” “derriere” uhurr hurr.

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