Don't forget your face

It's a non story,

A non-starter

Your face is everywhere

Everywhere I look

I see you

But you don't want a slice of pizza with my name on it

What does that even mean?

Nothing oh please talk to 

The waiter 

He has an ouzo 

But let's have a few more

Then we'll walk through the rain

Amid the dark sidewalks

Of Montmartre

And collapse in bed 

With worn out springs

And wonder about a night in Verona

When we woke up and looked out

The window