Please Address All Mail To My Suitcase (after Rimbaud's "The Drunken Boat")

The Baroque is a wedding cake fountain.
For theorists, emblems shoot through
With the clarity of wet glass plate prints
In amusement park photo booths.

Forgetting always starts with names.
"I am another." Is it in these nights
Without limit that you sleep
And are lost to us, oh future vigor?

We frame nautical charts
With preternatural fear,
Undressed up as mermaids -
Fate the stars the Tarot cards

Reproductions of reflections
Stupidly so lifelike, they cannot
Tell a lie. Psychic spy chick
Qu'est ce que c'est? If you wanna

Break up with me you gotta stand in line.
Though combustion still is paramount
For any shiftless love, transgression's there
To hide the fact that laws do not pertain.

Putain! - I who vibrated at the clamor of fucking
Behemouths, and heavy whirlpools of fifty miles
Off! I've seen what men have only thought they saw.
I've seen sidereal archipelegoes! Ships, wrecked

Where giant serpents afflicted with parasites
Hang black perfumes on tortured trees.
In great stinking marshes, I have seen
Sea monsters rot, caught by snares among the reeds!

While July in its brutality smashed
The oceanic sky with aggressive cyclones.
Yet I sailed on, as the drowned passed sleepily
Through my fragile trailing nets ...

Malaise descends on men uncomprehending.
Twenty years ago I presented this key
Into a beautiful policewoman's palm.
Now she leads the rebel attack at Peking.

Eusebius wrote bats bring on night
As squid spread ink in volute curtains.
But these are folk and fishwife tales, whose
Scope exceeds bold strictures set by theorems.

Comments

[Dan]

Nicely written. Makes me wonder if seamstresses cherish soliloquies while pondering redemption. Only in a classic novel does the protagonist challenge conventional thinking.

[Eliza]

dunno about seamstresses but I sure cherish soliloquies while pondering redemption, especially while supping wines in the 13th Arroindoisment.

Once I was told by an incredibly out-of-this-world witty fellow that he was gonna call me "The Truth ... cuz your life is stranger than fiction!" Perhaps it's a classic novel when all is said and done ...

I'm aware how pious that sounds. Please note that my fingernails are not only ragged but dirty and I'm wearing tennis shoes with rainbows and rhinestones on 'em and I like it like that.

[JEM]

A bona fide blend of high and low!

[Ellie.]

yeah like cheez whiz on a homemade baguette, real pearl buttons on flannal pj's, wearing a fabulous suit to go to Walgreen's to buy US magazine, drinking the most delicious champagne straight out of the bottle, spritzing a small leaky trailer with Coco perfume

[MIVan]

You're ridikilis. Ridikilisly.

[EAU]

foo!

[Indy 500]

I pity the!