On Rocks (On Clouds) Poem by Pierre Rausch

In between wilderness and skyscrapers
Not just, the twilight star may be rapers
On paper it greens so green
On Mars it (/oughta, /it onna) blues so red
On Rocks | On Clouds
Spring aside and grow further-on
(Around) / Near Vancouver bloom the trees there-on
See the spiders on the palisade Fairmont
At high-noon noon the pacific waterfront
On Rocks | On Clouds
Call her best shot Alice in Wonderland
The rock on her left, a bunch of lucky land
Bionic laser arms for the ghost of fog
(Legends) awoken in hybrid desert the spectre of mist
On Rocks | On Clouds
On paper it greens so green
On Mars it (/oughta, /it onna) blues so red