"Merdi!" he shouts,

"what's this all about?"

I tremble at the thought

Though I know that I ought

To shout. To scream in relief.

This is what has become my belief.

Rimbaud spouts poetry on a stage

So nonplussed, such rage.

I still shout

I am forever left out.

03/19/2007

Posted on 03/19/2007
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