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Based on the poem of the same name by Arthur Rimbaud, translated by Paul Schmidt
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A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;
Beneath dribbling bushes
Your raincoats lie;
Pale white in moonlight,
Like round-eyed sores,
Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,
My ugly whores!
We loved each other in those days,
ugly blue whore!
We ate boiled eggs
and weed.
You made me a poet,
Ugly blond whore.
You tried to unstring
my guitar.
Some of my dried-up spit,
Ugly red whore,
Still stinks in the crack
Of your breast.
O my little lovelies,
I hate your guts!
Go stick big blisters
On your ugly tits!
Break the cracked bottles and jars
Of my feelings;
Come on! Be my ballerinas
For a while!
Your shoulder blades are twisted back,
My masterpieces!
Stick stars in your snatches and
Shake them to bits!
It was for you hunks of meat
I wrote my rhymes!
My love was sticky self-deceit
And games!
Dumb bunch of burnt-out stars,
- Against the walls!
Go back to God, croak in corners
Like animals!
Shining moonlight,
Like round-eyed sores,
Flap your scabby kneecaps apart,
My ugly whores!
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