Patti Smith, by Maplethorpe
The shirt is borrowed, as is the tie
All else is mine to give, no lie.
Like a sweet symbiont song
I am true word and true chord.
Immortal here I seem to be-
Forever young, forever free.
You took me with your S.L.R.
Exposed for all the world to see.
Though it seems I would undress
And though it’s true my hair’s a mess
I’ll go no farther- what a shame
I’m stuck here in this picture frame.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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