My Most Recent Poem.

Speaking vulgarities with a foreign accent,

To have learned to use the oral dirt

That was scooped up in a new land

And wear it like a cloak.

Oh the ironic charm of spoken bitterness

The alien words have an illegal sweetness

And I eat them like fruit.




Meant to be in the style of French Symbolists. I'm using this for tomorrow's Modernism test.