Pierre Rausch Poems

He could see the parallel cuts
He reached down and pulled the blade
The shiny brass of twin bracelets
Alone in the camp on the morning
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So you will be a specialist
From the chair came support
You know it must be hard
That's a reasonable request
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Another day, I should say
That is handing it to you
Behold the end of life
Muscle and mechanical skill
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Wild waves along her shoulder
To kiss her neck and whispering
About twenty feet in front of us
Are you ready to go through it
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While he could enclose in applause
It doesn't even make much of a difference
And able to cut through anything
Said nothing for a tick
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Can't I talk to you
My thoughts go crazy fast
Depression, panic attack
But it's under control
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We're going to miss these crazy miracles
To begin in the gallery's reconfiguration
Deciding to escape that concert
To do a beautiful pose
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Heard every word
After all these years
A picture to illustrate
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Had forgotten how few people there were
Caring their premises
Had been too much of a crowd there
Chalk squeezes, frightens the destiny
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Your correct reaction was there
That thanks built the evidence
Tell them to overtake
On river banks, under a thankful tree
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