All alone at last in a city
of nude people, you painted
cubist buttocks from your keyhole perch.
No one knew what you were up to
in Lillian's old house
which you decorated real fancy
with things from San Diego.
No one knew they was naked.
But the kids, we knew
where all the fig leaves grew,
we built a club there.
Had to pass initiation and memorize
the creed: No Foreigners Allowed.
The rest we turned to salt.
