Golden Hair Poem by Pierre Rausch

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes

When you sang the hourglasses pedicure-set
A naked front, somethin' where you're at
Garnered phosphor as liquid acid
Don't you ever read the letter fazit
It's about stories of golden hair
Could you play this golden hair

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes

Highjack naught
Naught carries, I've wept
A naught anagram
Windblown tents nearby
Jack passing
Metric and passing

It's about stories of golden hair
Could you play this golden hair

If he spoils the closest set-up
Constance
It's the stories of golden hair
Could you please play this golden hair
Those that changed life
If you spoiled a set-up
A cricket house
That I trust

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes

xxxxx spoken xxxxx
Heard, on the radio, common currency may not
succeed
Heard European money may be interesting to compare
I switched on television to witness simile paradox

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes