Tiebreak (Mobile Chase) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Tiebreak (Mobile Chase)



“Theme: Traffic signs, reglementation”
“Bridge: table manners”
Rush hour:
She sits in the car, turns to the right, picks up the phone
In the right hand, in the left hand
Nine o'clock in the morning
Brenham wips in
Rush hour:
Her sight in her sleeve because she knows everything
That it could be a long affair
When phones bell in her right hand
oh, |: when the pockets are made: | oh, when the pockets are made
How many breaks she's going to have
As she crossed the second square
Casting her eyes
She has a lot courage
When the shelter blew
If you send us a tiebreak (today) - She'd be one
Breaks aren't falling - Tiebreaks are worn
The attempts she hears, they aren't worn
Will fit the line in your hand, it fits
Nodding approvingly, herself defending
Promise us, on behalf of everyone
There is enough for everyone
Here are other to thank
That twenty-five had taken
Seemed as if the only one who should
You've said the verity
Promise, on behalf of everyone
Anything about
It would matter what they said
Promise, on behalf of everyone

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