Pierre Rausch

Rookie (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Lewis Gun - Poem by Pierre Rausch

The Lewis Gun (Fever)
Where did she cross that line
Crawl herself back into it
Take it back one day
The bum bang library
She'd tare into pieces

She'd tare into third
The Omega oil stone crisis
Quotable ringlet
Olden sheaf and fever (at a crawl)
And fever, fever
Fountain Lemon rush
Gamma Alpha fall to hush
And fever, fever

Fountain Lemon rush
Gamma Alpha fall to hush

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013


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