Spent
We are spent,
our civility undone,
desire squirted out,
secretions secreted.
What was continent is
incontinent.
Collectively our seed fell on stony ground.
Time to discover what we got for our savings,
like, fuck all.
We spent jackasses after making babies,
lying on our sides
gasping for toys tat toffee ipad laptop clipclop nice shop apple store more.
There is always more,
it comes from China you know,
to satisfy the yearning.
There is always more,
but we are spent.
Passage from Aphinar
Rimbaud’s Last Poem
One shipment: a single tusk
One shipment: two tusks
One shipment: three tusks
One shipment: four tusks
One shipment: two tusks
I have come to enquire if
I have left anything on account with you.
I wish today to change over
to another
transport line,
to leave this one whose name I do not even know,
but in any case
I must get passage
from Aphinar.
All these transport lines run everywhere, and
I am helpless and
unhappy and
I can find nothing,
any dog in the street can tell you that.
Please let me know
the cost of passage
from Aphinar to Suez.
I am completely paralyzed, and
so I am anxious to be on board
early.
Please tell me
at what time
I must be carried on board.