Right There The Spades Of Ny Poem by Pierre Rausch

It's the suggestion song
Thumbs came to cured
Didn't bow
One movement
Right there the spades
Stood there to be insecure
Rake of a dozen light in beams
By a stud who wasn't
Which centered in mood?
Stood there in feelings
Mole for a while, cracked
Beneath my thought
Stirred in the mole of insecure
Right thousands years
Right there the spades of why
But even at the starting-post
Now to deem a rook
Pull down my stroke
Not a single cop
I'll walk on way
In a sway
Stifle at trot
But even at the view-post balustrade
Light orchestrates in beams
Passionate shriek
There isn't a slight dread
So only to mitigate
Hearing walls to fall
A ring sounded tall
Ebbing onto a gold-nugget
Right there the spades of why
With the best boots
With shoes to the toe
It's a running gag
That is secure in space
Right there the spades of why
But even at the view-post balustrades
All the holds in common
Every distinct regard