Treasure Island

douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: XXXXXXVIIII: Baudelaire's Assistants


To sublimate circumstance
and return him to his Id,
Baudelaire's assistants
satisfied his senses
by turning sky to sunsets
and hovels to hotels;

at least, wine did.

Opium
saturated his senses,
made boundless,
Time and Space;
and made him pay for these
with love in the darkest place.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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no.49 Le Poison

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