"Ne m'attendez pas cette soirée, parce que la nuit sera noire et blanche."
~ Gérard de Nerval's last
words
I am the Prince of
Madness -
the confused, accursed
strung not from lamp nor
tower but from this
sewer's bar
with Sheba's garter looking like it's fit to burst
my head is in the gutter
now,
and I cannot see the stars.
Take care of Thibault and
see he gets his walks
the Paris snow is cold
the apron string is taut
Rue de la Vielle Lanterne,
26. Janvier, 1855
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