Jj (for Abu Nude-wise)

[abu nuwas]

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The women come and go talking of you and Rimbaud,
not to your great surprise, seeing as how you’re etherized;
not needing patience to rise till the afternoon,
whether sun or gloom, writing, reading, confessing in your room
wondering if death will come too soon. You muse,
not too soon, your arms there already no Atlas need you be.
I wonder, I wonder, dare I have a cup of tea,
and would Joyce follow me, to the sea, to the sea,
to the ever breathing sea?

–Erthona


©2005

And well the women might, although
they could not stand that so-and-so
They and I thought that he got
His just deserts when he was shot.