10, rue de Buci
The naked Rimbaud liked to show his prick
To chambermaids across the rue. He peeled
His clothes off and bestrode the roof, his thick
Hair being his complete attire, a field
Above is scalp, a thick patch down below.
An outfit “mythological” is how
The poet Banville put it. Dangling faux
Pas though this was, the boy refused to bow
To prose repentance. Instead he lied, which,
All things considered, wasn’t very nice.
According to this arsehole buggering bitch
He didn’t want his clothes to spread their lice
Through Banville’s generously provided room.
From such comes modern poetry’s stark bloom.