Monday, October 16, 2006

patron of My pain

Oh Rimbaud, Rimbaud
patron of My pain.
Where are you when I needed you
When I needed you to

Gnaw at my flesh and
Rip my ribs apart and
Take my Heart and

Throw it out. Yes,
Throw it out. Out to the deepest
Gulf of icebergs,

Till the gods come crushing down and tumble
On the fucking Bastard.
You son of a bitch.

Oh Rimbaud, Rimbaud
patron of My pain.
Where are you,
When I needed you.

posted@10:10 PM

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