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Flopsy, Mopsy, and Forgotten Tail

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Forgotten Tail Cats sleep all out.  They have this genius.  Flop They go.  It’s as if Mohammed Ali Has knocked them loose and lifeless as a mop, Or sent their souls to Allah’s heaven.   “Gee,” They seem to say, “I’ll just conk out right here, My...

Marriage Proposal

          Marriage Proposal Proposal:  To exhume the bodies of Two poets, Arthur Rimbaud and Verlaine, And re-entomb them with the one above The other in a common grave—two men Together once again and once again, Forever, one on top.  The digging will Be done in...

The Shining

              The Shining While Arthur wears a top hat, Paul has shoes Shined—nothing here of poetry.  A pipe Pollutes the air, unpoetically.  Booze   Bridgeman Art Library Ain’t that poetic either, both guys ripe With body odor.  Try to write some verse With...

A Sentimental Conversation

A Sentimental Conversation Rambunctiousness invaded Paris for A while when Rimbaud arrived, an army Of one belligerent.  Soul of a whore And manners of a rapist of the smarmy Bourgeoisie made him a Communard of Less than a year’s time there.  Arthur ran Away to...

A Dining Room with Keyboard Music

A Dining Room with Keyboard Music The fourteen months or so that Rimbaud spent In London aren’t enough to make the claim That he was England’s modern man who went To places other poets couldn’t name. Verlaine was pushing boundaries, too, in lines, But his modernity is...