Sunday, January 17, 2010

La Pootine

do you remember that story of rimbaud being raped by those soldiers? we always wondered what he meant by the poop deck in that poem about stolen hearts.

do you remember your quiver beneath my spit?

you said that first, when you told me you spoke french well when drunk and i fucked you on a park bench. have you had the homeless yell at you "keep quiet!" while fucking anyone else? doubt it.

i could tell you never liked poetry, and i'm glad you jumped off that building.

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