As a poet to get past
the sycophancy of poetry
to actually having
dinner with Rimbaud
suffering his abuses
to have come the closest
and gone the farthest from
to have been so abjectly
in love and been so stupidly
refused never to recover
we cried in our absinthe
and then he stood up
on the table pissing
gloriously on all
poets all love.
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