Untitled #19 Poem by Pierre Rausch

Are now reaching the end
There were landscapes created
I could see then that
The same chords in another way
The sins shall not rule
Went into the studio
Be one of these home-goings
If it was careful
The twenty cent posts
Or up your splendid valley
Your traditional punk ration
Keep these passages that ornament
Put something like that
Keep from lashing out
She tells him about her music
Once more Baby let her ferventness
To speak off the affair
Be wakened upon a meal
Is where you find him
There should be a glad meaning
Have read these pages even more
Interest in my aunt‘s stories
Think about it
What comes out of conduction
Is one of these meanings
That brings a trashcan story
Keep silence in a walk
Is where a clue settles
The vibration that stands
That agraffe something like that