Like Rimbaud
I licked the venom from
The Mother..s [bad word] Fingertips embrace the swollen wound
That has [bad word] my soul
shady tree
And a [bad word] monk
vivid stroke
And a dying breath
I cast the bones of red dogs
Gnawing at my impending doom
On a shore, on a boat, in life
Rectify the dreams of my past
In the presence of absence
To deliver the pain of the universe
The heart, the disintegration
I have nothing more to say
I washed my hands with tears
Shed by a thousand harlots
Dim, darkness, so in vain
Redefines beauty and shattered hopes
Somehow I detected the lies
The worms, the cost of dreams
And inbetween days the Nothingness
The soul of something real
I have nothing more to say