Untitled #6 Poem by Pierre Rausch

What I'd despise
Left corner of the cabinet
Co-workers of shining
Just a manner of tabs
For whom however
In the same quick manner
Let the drugs far inside
An Abraham Lincoln bust
A lever matter
Who is the real looser
In that case
Give her the flowers
When they came into
An engagement in position
Then looked across
For unknown reasons
The balance in hands
Room for that case
Generation laptop overtaking
Any painting is right
In similar condition
Who is the real companion
Having once been within
Since they had reasons
For whatever reasons
Let the drugs far inside