I was once a storyboarded 

The fallow lay like birch 

Entreaties 

  Down 

     Down

         Down

By the 

    Toilet 

    Traipses

    I and I were guilty

       Of trying too hard

         To be Baudelaire

               Or dying in Africa

Like Rimbaud

     For gold or Francs

Or syphillis

  With a horse named Jean