Untitled #11 Poem by Pierre Rausch

Loading area, rack body truck
Registering a fee simply as
All were astonished
Why you understand the essence
An enormous step
What was so free to interact
Had so never been formed
It means doing right right
Obsessions with the aftermath
Could smell the smoky miss
That is one thing more
A final straw in Connecticut
To tighten the strings and slacken the reins
Singularly outspoken
A shining string wig
Many branches as you own
To redress and remedy
Oh, if the ads were clearer
A new dimension for the same chords
At the entire access
And so many before
She was there and she is there
Could smell the evening crocus
I bet obsessions won't pertain
Easy rider, taxi driver
Have the formula Saba
Publish a proclamation
Simplest way: chess
Enlarge the territory on basis
Where you can't get it
What that wins in meantime
That's arrogant behavior
The less you've worked so far
You know what I mean
An actor doesn't have that chance
A genre and an approach
An actor doesn't have that chance