A Little Project Poem by Pierre Rausch

I didn't have a clue
I wanted to tell you that
A crowded face to the conscience
A side street wedges the bar
Once looked out of the bars
Nor shall he know to hunt
At the face on one bread
I would be ready, I would be me
When no one had made upon
I don't need to go on
Before falling asleep
Before the happening takes place
Shouting don't you understand
Thrown away to test
Thrown waste to everyday
Possibly and likely
A feast like it never seen
What I saw was deadheading
Between the pregnancy and lore
Better suited than the seventies
Down several hours ago
The closer voyage when I read
The closer elephant to a reach
No more questions