Delivery Boy Poem by Pierre Rausch

Matters of exposure
A junta for the narcissist
To become an overwhelming path
That can behave inside
And find space in between
Don't know what is meant by
The gesticulation melodramatic
A Mississippi affection
Of another dimension
The dogs jumps you to the shoulder
That I might not have noticed
And lead down to a path
Where a transfer makes sense
Where actually little pictures matter
So became one elusive and takes mine
I sing to myself a brief recall
Hazelnut nutter and the kinky nutter
What shall become of that tincture
Have you sung on Saint John River
When the hostess appeared uncertain
Working long hours for a cause
We know what that is
Paranormal chamber
To succeed for the first and every last
Not a single bad person