Forget intertextuality,
forget mythology,
spit on your Fleurs du Mal
and throw them in the bin.
Let Maldoror writhe in the jaws
of the female shark.
write a couple of naif rhymes
(but not like Alice Cooper
when he rhymed ‘stars’ with ‘cars’ –
that was for the sake of dark humour –
Forget all humour.)
Don’t you want to be famous,
like those kids on the web?
Don’t you want five gold stars
for your teenage diary truisms?
No? – OK, fine, I give up.
Just do what you do.
Keep on keeping
your Rimbaud on the shelf,
right next to your Verlaine –
You were always romantic like that.


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