Drinking Absinthe With Rimbaud

Drinking Absinthe With Rimbaud 

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Ran into my 
Dear friend Rimbaud
Drinking absinthe 
We were talking
Bout why he gave up
Absinthe and poetry
And went off to Mother 
Africa walking

I said we both know the truth 
Why you let go of your past 
The muse she had soared 
You knew it wouldn't last

Like you Rimbaud 
My Poems I do not write
Words came of their own
Spontaneously from within
From my muses inner light

Following in your Footsteps 
I sure as hell 
Deranged my senses
Tripping 
Breaking through 
Space and time
With Rilke and Dylan
Playing with the ladies
Of their love
Which I enjoyed 
Sipping

Oh with you Rimbaud 
Together we do soar on
Wings of consonants vowels 
We open Poetrys doors 

Like how you lived Rimbaud  
My life experiences been wild
I Never listened to anyone 
Always was a wayward child

I went out to the edge
Pushed my 
Pedal to the limit 
Until my wings 
Melting in the sun
Dissipated 
Into pure spirit

Like poets of old
I too went insane 
Falling into the abyss 
Till death do us part
Drinking from Life's 
Bitter sweet kiss

Making love
To this worldAnd beyond 
Living from Deep within
Dining on experience 
Like you I've known my
Fair shair of sin

When my muse
She leaves
I too will depart

With nothing 
Left to do
Together
Friend 

We will
Wander
Mother 
Africa's 
Lonely 
Bygone 
Highways 

Leaving
Behind
Our
Broken
Poets
Hearts 

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David Arndt October 9th, 2022

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Artwork Esoterica Art 

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