...and I'll bet you thought
Rimbaud was bad
renouncing his poetry
to run guns and slaves
catching mere syphilis
then returning home
(always back to the mother he loathed)
to have his sister nurse him
to his deathbed confession
as if that last minute conversion
could wipe his karma clean...
ah we have done less mischief
and made ourselves suffer more
but then we all are the stuff of our own legends
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