Pierre Rausch - Wishes

Pale, wet leaves of lily of the valley
Wishes beside these in the dawn
The storm wrecks, the mouth to some
Glitter eyes with long white fingers
Glitter fountain meet the road
Staring eyes, with long white fingers
Mumbles in a corner of crust
Next year’s grass will cover us
Can’t stand me and laugh
Next year was a year ago
We weren't younger nor elder before
We were helpless, we were odd
Betting on slow horses, nowhere to go
Ghost riders by the mid hour
Sleepwalkers, nice, nice toys – the knight with the carrot
nose
An insulted desolate boy
Next year’s grass will cover us,
Can’t rise me and laugh
Last year was a year ago
We weren't elder nor younger before

Pierre Rausch

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