Rimbaud's Marriage

            I

A beggars eyes
can't sway the Sun.
Infinity's shadow
to fierce bonfires succumbs.

Chaos crests such
blinding brightness.

          II

Hooves beat
ashen cloudtops.

Four horses choke
on the dust 

of nightmares.

Apostasy's bit

slips away. 
 

And, dear love,
it moves me so
my cock
buries its head.