The astral silence has never been
lighted up by ventriloquists
of bluing and clabber
the opera comique does not refuse
a shit to crouching before this
Ithyphallic barbarian’s
mystical spasms
Oh higher than the fair syrinx
scoured and terrified O Queen of Zion
Paris is a Phrygian nightingale
leaning on his cascading cowards
swarms of shadows cutting into
great conquering croziers
pinned up by
clownish syphilitic’s black eyelashes
illuminations little corpse
a leisurely bohemian
implores delirium
this comrade of mine
and big discreet nipple quiver
is an epileptic half-drunken ochreous
Oh infinite egoism threatened the humbug
O pale Ophelia reconstruct the soft boiled
blood of belladonnas trembles
sustained by stick bills
out of scepters slash
the rose-tinted Khengavas
with blond ovaries
the butcher has sharpened
my gigantically beautiful
sounds of the killing
stretched out thirty
or forty rises sloth
Greaaaat Maaaary!
Immortal white Selene hip wrigglers triumphant
the age of murderers jauntily very close
very close
pale vertebrae overcome by
lachrymal thirst for Leviathan
endless night would have frightened
the bullfinch who grafted in
black demons and black alchemy
lunar figures of sir Beelzebub
fasten on to snarling dreams
of my first communion
death day dreaming
the anus have revealed
the sweet-smelling
stomach-retching’s
still ruminating
Sodoms and Solymas
played on small nervous mingles
with gladiolas Brazens and catechumen
nymphs of Horace potbellied
and whipped the convicts phosphorous
numbered under the mendicant
pasteboard armor embroidered with indistinct
bluebeard entices the unfathomable scum
muttering beaten
can no longer speak
like a dog’s muzzle perfumed
with cabbage-green and
flowed into its funeral echoes
a carbonic plague of
wheezy two breasts
plucked the soiled perfume
ancient comedy rings in
the drunkenness
arranged abracadabratic in
the orgies of bloody woods
mahogany pillars have pardoned
and constantly swelling
Flemish punch breathes out
warm excrement of
Bacchic hiccups
nacreous
carries the blessed
polemics Parisian stain
of populace knots
of hysteria
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Text from:
A Season in Hell & Illuminations, Arthur Rimbaud
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