Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Rimbaud's Marriage


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

Chaos crests such
blinding brightness.


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.

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