The Receptive Ear Poem by Pierre Rausch

That's really tight
Washing down the roads
In my street there was a fight
I don't know to handle
There's much, way too much
Would think she'd make
So it all meant nothing
That bitter taste
So that others might live
Self esteem Baby
Witnessed the shooting
Let you treat me
Stuff I just didn't have
Could really understand
Harder then you imagine
Either you show him
Proportion of rate
Somewhere changing herself
That transfer to a change
What I've never wanted
An arriviste who had
No idea of the intrusion
But if it where true
Seriously interested in one
The beard direction
On that way to pole
And know each other