Untitled #3 Poem by Pierre Rausch

Residence Avalon
What was on that train
Be kind of a rand notice
Through the head of yours
The orchestra tuning up
I was part of a group
We're just friends
Why are there then laws
A hammer and a six-foot
When you told me that
Seemed strange to you then
No answering machine
And then he tears and ends the phone call
Not out of restraint but freely
She had barely spoken
He moved closer but snapped
I remember in a film
I inserted a routine response
It pleased on a lifetime