“Arthur Rimbaud” [a prose poem by Robert Fernandez]


A poet sobers up. A seer sits up. Sees a literary establishment. A mother. An order seamless as glass. Sees his enemy and says: let’s be honest. Says to the child: let’s be honest. Let’s act like adults. The poem reveals a word. A hole punched in glass, foreign matter quaking forth a rash. Sees the world’s immune system attack. A boy becomes a master of illusions. A seer seeks truth. Sprays acid on his illusions.

Lês fierder by bestamericanpoetry

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