1961 Poem by Pierre Rausch

Youngster Walter schoolyard gate
Robbing better in tunnel shade
On back-lot (stage) , Danger(eous) Metallica
In the mongrel pubs next to Zanzibar
We went out, we had funk
1961 in the middle of the dunk

Youngster Walter at the vineyard gate
Betting in the freakish lane
Number’s in aberrant game
Mosquitoes moving toward fallen lane

Cyllar cop out the airplane jump
First corps the torrent dancing
Ballyhoo wild ponies stumping
Glass punks into an airplane bumping

If you call the cops, there I wait
So you say, you leave me, I wait
And if the police sends us away, I wait