Poor Verlaine

They pity their poor Verlaine
Made ill by some vile infant libertine
Remember those days
In Wyckoff and Nevins opiate haze?
So long
I really must get going soon
Goodbye
I pray you’ll not again be my lune
Our first time
Where was that?
I forget I was so young
So long East River
So long my heart
Fade away old shivers
Fade away my sorrow
Yes to temptation you’d succumb
4th and Broadway never looked so antediluvian
You missed your chance
To make reparations for your crimes