In retrospect of Allen Ginsberg, with his love for whimsy, travel, and reflections on love, I wrote this poem inspired by the phrase 'love is in the merde,' which is the heart of the work. The phrase conveys a humorous or cynical sentiment, suggesting that love is in a challenging or messy situation (sometimes, always, shitty). Both characters, one a wanderlust, and the other seemingly hopeless and a creep, share a sense of frustration and disappointment, yet approach the situation with a lighthearted action. The events happened on a nighttime on a peculiar incident, including the black cat named Baci. I'm using simple prose for simplicity to reflect the straightforwardness of the situation through word choices and style.