The Music Caser Poem by Pierre Rausch

The waiter approached
There you want to swim
A key that melts away
A tricky subterfuge
He went to his room
This is a matter of temperament
An emotional outburst and volcanic eruption
I do this for you
My face burned with the razor
And looked up the corridor
I began to write again
To the place of the skull
Returns on regular basis
The music caser
She gave everything she could bear
An escape from chloroform
Come on to me
Beautiful, red and ivory
Sliding door to the terrace
To become a street-worker
Feelings that are made
To compare these to loneliness
He stands on a great height
And sees down to the river
And goes down to the river
Shiver and line under something