Do you see who spits into your eyes? Their hollow smiles
Hang with sour faces on the wind
Wolf-howl on the alter, their leaning heads, night-effect—
Odilon! I dream of you! Returning from Tahiti I strangle you
I wrestle you from my skull a talisman
I am leaving Europe
Europe! Stinking with carcasses and trades I am slave to
your rooms, your lamplight, the mille-fleur flat silk of wall
I cannot leave you! I am drunk
I am shot in the heart
I am Baudelaire
Rimbaud
I am Odilon
Zip myself into the flower-suit blow smoke into the sky