Poetic exorcism

Poetic Exorcism 

Calling Upon The Winds Of Poetry 

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Passer De L'autre Côté
Passer De L'autre Côté

Poetic exorcism
I call upon
The winds of poetry
Held in your arms
May your words 
Set me free

Rimbaud 
First bohemian 
Your words  
Language
Blew up 
Norms
How I've
Fallen
To your
Charms 

Beneath the ground you rest
Charleville-Mezieres Cimetière
Colored vowels raining down 

Passer De L'autre Côté
Passer De L'autre Côté

Jim Morrison
Lizard
King 
In Paris
Beneath the ground
Pere Lachaise Cimetière
Among the Chaos
Of Graves I found you
Broken head bust
We drank wine 
Together
Why do others
Leave you with
Empty bottles
Can's?
No way to
Respect the
Lizard King 

Break on through
To the other side 

Opening
New Vistas
Sitting with you
I wouldn't have it
Any other way

Oh Poetry
How you shake you
Everything
Manifests
From poetry
Dissolves
Back into 
Poetry

Passer De L'autre Côté
Passer De L'autre Côté

Ah such miracles in life….

Of course Jim
Wine with you and Rimbaud
Down by the river Seine?
Rimbaud can be naughty
0f course but yes

What?
You will show me
Where the Beat Hotel
Was in the Rive Gauche?
Maybe Burroughs
Can join us If he doesn't
Accidentally shoot us first?

You choose the wine
It's on me anything you wish

What Rimbaud?
No
Not the Green Fairy
Absinthe
Remember when Verlaine
Shot you?
No to Absinthe
I'm not gonna be 
Dying today 

Break on through
To the other side 
Opening
New Vistas
Sitting with you
And Rimbaud 
I wouldn't have it
Any other way

Oh Poetry
How you shake you
Everything
Manifests
From poetry
Dissolves
Back into 
Poetry

Poetic exorcism
I call upon
The winds of poetry
Held in your arms
May your words 
Set me free

Passer De L'autre Côté
Passer De L'autre Côté

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Written by David Arndt at Jim Morrison's grave in Paris many many moons ago. Revised and completed September 16th 2022

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Photographs, Rimbaud's grave at Cimetière de Charleville-Mézières, and Jim Morrison's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.

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