Pierre Rausch

Rookie (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Fair Lady - Poem by Pierre Rausch

Out of these seathumbed leaves

A city in the city
After breakfast the four couples went to what was
then called
Out of these seathumbed leaves
The franchise

I offer you asses
Hears there, You've good rumors,
Your name on this account

A city in the city
Your name attired
Is it good? Is it bad?

Frightened at their happiness
A singular edifice, which then occupies
Out of these seathumbed leaves

Obstination, where no sergeant,
A squadron of magnificent body-guards
Very little order on the table
Very tiny abdominals,

A city in the city
Your name attired
Taking everything into consideration
This was the all-known state


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013


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