My Obsessions

I’m a hedonistic exotic

Phobic obsessive neurotic

In my red smoking jacket

Drinking yellow china tea


And I’ve only obsessions

And seductive frangipani

To keep me company


I caress books like a lover

Stroke buckram like satin

And mix absinthe cocktails on my purple divan

And I’ve Moreau and Redon

A gold tortoise and a mummy

To keep me company


I replaced people with things

Opium paintings and golden rings

And the young man I lost called Auguste

What’s the cost?


I ask you Charles Beaudalaire

What did I do to go mad

And I’ve only possessions like art

Jewels, my library of rare silk bound editions

And incense like ahouri to keep me company


And all those secret black alleys in Paris black as cassis

When I got beaten and blackmailed

An aesthete in the Marais

I bought antiques

And curious from my lonely genealogy to keep me company


I replaced people with things

Opium paintings and golden rings

And the young man I lost called Auguste

What’s the cost?