Bien tard, quand il se sent l\u2019estomac \u00e9c\u0153ur\u00e9,
\nLe fr\u00e8re Milotus, un \u0153il \u00e0 la lucarne
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 le soleil, clair comme un chaudron r\u00e9cur\u00e9,
\nLui darde une migraine et fait son regard darne,
\nD\u00e9place dans les draps son ventre de cur\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Il se d\u00e9m\u00e8ne sous sa couverture grise
\nEt descend, ses genoux \u00e0 son ventre tremblant,
\nEffar\u00e9 comme un vieux qui mangerait sa prise,
\nCar il lui faut, le poing \u00e0 l\u2019anse d\u2019un pot blanc,
\n\u00c0 ses reins largement retrousser sa chemise !<\/p>\n
Or, il s\u2019est accroupi, frileux, les doigts de pied
\nRepli\u00e9s, grelottant au clair soleil qui plaque
\nDes jaunes de brioche aux vitres de papier ;
\nEt le nez du bonhomme o\u00f9 s\u2019allume la laque
\nRenifle aux rayons, tel qu\u2019un charnel polypier.
\n…<\/p>\n
Le bonhomme mijote au feu, bras tordus, lippe
\nAu ventre : il sent glisser ses cuisses dans le feu,
\nEt ses chausses roussir, et s\u2019\u00e9teindre sa pipe ;
\nQuelque chose comme un oiseau remue un peu
\n\u00c0 son ventre serein comme un monceau de tripe !<\/p>\n
Autour, dort un fouillis de meubles abrutis
\nDans des haillons de crasse et sur de sales ventres ;
\nDes escabeaux, crapauds \u00e9tranges, sont blottis
\nAux coins noirs : des buffets ont des gueules de chantres
\nQu\u2019entr\u2019ouvre un sommeil plein d\u2019horribles app\u00e9tits.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9c\u0153urante chaleur gorge la chambre \u00e9troite ;
\nLe cerveau du bonhomme est bourr\u00e9 de chiffons.
\nIl \u00e9coute les poils pousser dans sa peau moite,
\nEt, parfois, en hoquets fort gravement bouffons
\nS\u2019\u00e9chappe, secouant son escabeau qui boite\u2026
\n…<\/p>\n
Et le soir, aux rayons de lune, qui lui font
\nAux contours du cul des bavures de lumi\u00e8re.
\nUne ombre avec d\u00e9tails s\u2019accroupit, sur un fond
\nDe neige rose ainsi qu\u2019une rose tr\u00e9mi\u00e8re\u2026
\nFantasque, un nez poursuit V\u00e9nus au ciel profond.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[198],"poems-book":[195],"poemes-theme":[369],"poete":[191],"class_list":["post-4551","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-198","poems-book-poesies-rimbaud","poemes-theme-sensualite","poete-arthur-rimbaud"],"yoast_head":"\n