Clean (Spinning Wheels) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Everything you do: opinion
everything you find: up, back
They meet me to the same intransigence
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels
Valo concerto;
“Spoken Aggression”

Noise creeks business
Wonder if she stays
Emotion struck
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels

Gamblers at a six-day race
I command you clean
Federal clean, clean
I command you clean
Point at the mirror
To pop at the bottom

At the bottom of
And she laughs
Everything you find
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels
Valo concerto; “Spoken Aggression”

I command you clean
View, federal, clean
I accommodate you clean
Gamblers at a six-day race
Point at the mirror
To pop to dance

Inspector share seat
“It's disturbing”
That's important
Fed cops on marquee

“The streets are cold at night”
(down-town)
View, federal, clean
I command you clean
Gamblers at a six-day race
Point at the porcelain
At the bottom to dance