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Sober Evenings (With tears and snot to my hero)

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(Written for Arthur Rimbaud)

I've spent sober evenings and
I have walked lonely miles
Polishing fevers when I sleep
Trying to keep my tongue inside of
My turburculosis filled dreams
Spoken to me of pleasures unknown to the New Age
The clouds of southern skys wept
And were not ashamed of the rain

I've seen green winters
The sun eclipsed behind leafless trees
Golden armor sent from the sky
Protects the ground ridden leaves
I've heard soft minstrels
Dissolving heaven with pukish songs
Tears and letters on silky night screens
As driven thunder curled along