On Pont Neuf Redux

I leave paradise within me
My paradise wasted fully
What dies wretchedly in beauty
What festers in beauty dies within me —
Alone in dank monk cell
I jangle money from hand into hand —
With the iron gate open
I maintain a devileye on Death’s Mountain
— It’s a chilled evening
An afterrain since noon
Tonight I know no loveliness
No death! — No love and death!
Cries of love! Weeping of no love!
Days of the loveless!
Nights of the loved!
Tie a rope around daemon’s neck
A cold grasp of music —
O listen rang-a-tang crap now weak and wet
beneath halls of France’s famous dead horses
do I destroy myself?

(Inspired by: On Pont Neuf By: Gregory Corso)

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