Like Rimbaud I licked the venom from The Mother..s cunt Fingertips embrace the swollen wound That has become my soul A shady tree And a drunken monk A 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
