In Case
There-ici
are
the kind blooming girls-they doll themselves up
they apply
poetic techniques for gro-
wing up to women
who shall wind round men
they wear faces to lilacs akin
& pale pink rose
or peach
i look at them through my emerald m-
ask
from behind my eyes of ony-
x-soit qui mal y pense
a jocular tide wins my voice-octonarian (du tout)
bathyorographical
their flinching lips are
take-away drinks
Jean-Philippe Guéant
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