Thunder Before The Storm Poem by Pierre Rausch

And when they went straight
The listener that makes music
The gesture melodramatic
With a handsome tip
Thunder before the storm

A step backwards
He is an adjective of the thing
It is a substance of the lie
Well in fairness
Thunder before the storm

Concert halls in these several corners
Picturing her husband
I could smell their smell
Directly to the Grunge
With distance to the land
Enduring agonies best left
Our mourn family day
In general squareness
Is the greatest album
The aftermath lizardly
Thunder before the storm