THE STOLEN HEART

paris-2007

My black heart slavers at the poop,
My heart with its nicotine stains.
Now they’re squirting their jets of soup!
My black heart slavers at the poop
As the ball-breaking of the troops
Has them guffawing on the main.
My black heart slavers at the poop,
My heart with its nicotine stains.

Ithyphallic and belligerent,
Their ball-breaking has depraved it.
The rudder’s daubed in smutty paint,
Ithyphallic and belligerent.
Abracadabraesque waves are sent
To cleanse my heart and save it;
Ithyphallic and belligerent,
Their ball-breaking has depraved it.

When they have spat out their plugs,
Oh stolen heart, what can we do
To please these Bacchanalian thugs
When they have spat out their plugs?
My stomach will dredge up the glugs
While my heart unravels too.
When they have spat out their plugs,
Oh stolen heart, what can we do?

Poem: Arthur Rimbaud

Version: Niall McDevitt

http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Coeur.html

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About Niall McDevitt

Niall McDevitt > poet > author of b/w (Waterloo Press, 2010) and Porterloo (International Times, 2012) > urban explorer > radical pedestrian who leads Shakespeare/Blake/Rimbaud /Yeats walks, among others.
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