Gaucho Martinez Poem by Pierre Rausch

Gaucho Martinez
Blade explodes through
Words speak of anywhere else
The banister, both hands cling on
Blades explode through the blade
Blades explode through the grass
Slowly descending to the ground floor
Bullets speak of anywhere else
Rotors roar, the engines swallow
Shells explode to smash of glass
I'll take you back to where I'll fix
There is a hole I know where from
Gaucho Martinez
Gaucho Martinez, Gaucho Martinez
You'll take me back to where I'll fix
Gaucho Martinez, Gaucho Martinez
There is a whole I know where from
Settles on
Gaucho Martinez
There is a loom I know where from
Tuesday flaw, a hollow arm
To burnish, to tranquilize
Any settlement I've described
Limitation to beige buns Barney
The notice is in a lock-up
Any bonnet with the hood
Any staircase that leads upstairs
Diagnostics diogenese