The Community To The Music Poem by Pierre Rausch

I'd order another book
We were going to Jamaica
We were going to New York
Passengers in a perfectly
Said something on automatism
And played some non-published
The community to the music
The community to the music
Something was the smell of fear
Something inhabitual
All leaned over, had often tried
Forgiven, whom the rescue
Creative common to a common joke
Sure what pictures
Lying in the lie
Living on the vibe
At random density
In prior resilience
All she ever wanted
Crumbling castle digger
Of being a prot
A steady stream
A steady public
Psycho-contact
Finding it on the younger way
Psycho-contact
Whereas they are
For having a predestination
An accurate accuracy
To make it a recent one