There's An Image To Consult Poem by Pierre Rausch

She felt it like it was her ear
And have seen the recordings
On tape-recorder with delay
A record player for the record books
A tow truck for the glory
And lean at the door
A fresh shirt to bond
To an agreed and written bond
Something under my bed
It's the hoover that cleans
Wouldn't it be better to leave
We come back and land
To collapse and fold
I got warned in advance
Now I try to explain it to myself
A fresh shirt to bond
Protection of the fellows
The retro lamp behind
The Metro to the next chapter
An existence to the grass lands
A grey smug smile
In that queer, basta
The retro lamp behind
And it got thrown into
In love to the person next
That weight to the bowling bar
Message to the bowling bar