poems

language should push against content, challenging received meanings as much as possible.

Threatening

Storm pitched, I

give up Reverdy

and unlock the car,

unsure of the road;

a caravan hums.

I am at home here only

la – dysfunctional pity

beau soaked

te in another night –

de having fixed

la her

vie almost lucid

pa coat

se firmly tied,

la I complain, due

dou to composure

luef using no verbs,

de on the price

mou tag of

rir the umbrella,

in my own mind.