touch me, tease me, love me, leave me,
half a buck worth of common sense
Julie Christie getting her hair did
flipping and flopping like a new kid
lather bound like a novel
sleekly designed, like a new age brothel
eighteen years without a bra
all you have
is what you are
silly rhymes
in worn out time
and everyone gets sleepy
a moustache is the kind of thing
which lures you in discreetly
Lee Grant in anything
leaving me to pieces
count another weekend out
forget about the thesis
natural light
all I can afford
a t-shirt skirt
posteriours preferred
what do you do with stars and stripes
one or the other
he's the type
Poem: Robert Lescatre
Photo: JG
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