Tonight Poem by Pierre Rausch

Tonight
Never let it go, tonight's storming blow
And it's a forcing known, a rolling moans
Open up to mess and it's a fine press
It's time for shift, to open up for gifts
Voices live in you, tears anger, berry blue
Look in the mirror and smile,
Walk the cities for ten miles
Hands in pocket, thought of rocket
A silver bucket, just thinks
Mom called dad „Galahad“
Tonight, tonight
I say: “cats play with mouses”
Before these want their stomach as houses
Let them sleep in the valley „dove“
Before guns shoot along
Sing one short song
You know it breaks her heart
To fill scientific art
I ventured through France, England and Spain
My drunk sweetheart in the vein
And my heart asked, why, why, oh my
My drunk sweetheart is denied
Tonight, tonight