Untitled #17 Poem by Pierre Rausch

An entirely motivated discussion
Meet them outside
You know what I mean
In almost every character
That dwell up inside of him
I think it's better then doing nothing
The sonship in sight
Meet them inside
A wind in the cellar window
At the beginning of the day
You may live as well
It still doesn't make sense
She had no option of giving in
The distance in what was declared
Began making an happening
The whole indie folk aspiration
She was astonished
Cannot tell you a round
The same worth of gel
Without our record store
I don't have it
Put me under print as project
Can explain these corners
Evening after evening after evening
She might be amazed
It doesn't fit the supposition
A clue in the cellar window
The clearness in words
A positive succinct restitution