I chew rocks and gravel,
Cry and foam for rabid loves,
just like Rimbaud.
I wear my innocence out,
On orgies and bitter faces -
Like Rimbaud.
A cannon forgotten on the moonlight
On the ruins of a greek temple.
You are the son of the hangman,
You are the serpent enchanter;
You dive your fingers into the chalice,
Just like Rimbaud
In your absence I'll trow the tarot,
Like Rimbaud
What shall reveal me the chinese deck? -
In your abscence.
Bring me pears, tea and porcelain alligators
From your absence.
Bring me your locked up love
From your absence.
I see in your white shirt
Sprinkles of your muse's vomit;
I guess that's why
You used to dress in black,
Just like Johnny Cash,
Just like Johnny Cash.
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