Lool And Listen Poem by Pierre Rausch

At sympathy, sits in a stool-chair
Without vengeance
Curse me, you can't curse me back
So she has no intentions
She needs
Plenty of joy
Look how the dancers move
It's the joy of sight
She serves
Look how the dancers move

To the douche
Listen, join
Her touch a kiss
Hairbrush to save
Feels dark and splendid
The boxing association vindicates
Extra meeting and customer rate
Conference manufactured like a glove
Look, how the dancers move
Padlock as target farm
Listen, horses touch and walk it
Veiled horses turn and walk
Veiled vapor, (exulting) mien
Look, how the dancers move
That converts to every way

Come on, 'tell me
Gratitude
Pardon me you're on the cargo-train
Look how the dancers move

Sixteen friends,
Sixteen manners over field
Anguish breaks,
While the good one's grieve
Spreading their despair 'neath falling
Stepped forward, from a market
My need, hungry, her last deal gone.
Smelling sweet where she got born,
On midsummer's eve

Football pitch and minority report
Shoe as slogan, carved into
West age
Calligraphy leap as to outlet
Leaves of tradition
(For love) the long ago she-bird rises.
Above the area, soft feathered
Flying, (as) though the she-bird rises
And the elements of the slow


The controversial wad-data
Vader around
Wade in destruction
Bridges of thorn
Through the dear lands (of slow flake)
Vanguard, trailblazers
Whereas she boards