PLACEBO TOWN: SOUP KITCHEN STREET
half way around the final curve of reciprocated love
a trivial sex life playing in a near-empty cinema
ambling through daydreams of walking upright
the phone ringing, curious magazines
begging for photographs
would I bend over
for a close-up ?
dreams about having a packed suitcase
ready for a quick getaway
met a new man today
fabulous shoes
long, long toes
he was like the best cigarette I ever smoked
instantly I was charmed and crazy in love
how divine to combine adrenalin
and pure meth from a lab
twice, the Olympic stud
(+) I heard him in the bathroom weeping
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 