The Cliff Villa Poem by Pierre Rausch

Though we could not
I mean think about it
If you're happy in this mess
We're pleased to have you
Innocent of meaning
The microphone interview
Or have splendid leaves
To the successive phases
A transport from out of town
That shed a feeble
Thumb reading every mess
With shoddy grace
One of whom
Will marry that woman
The bikes she saw
Pink skinned, Auburn experienced
Sitting there under the bills
This it is true
Once or twice a day
Emotional excitement
To turn to account
What comes to light
I recalled how
What matters in life
What matters in life