Untitled #21 Poem by Pierre Rausch

A great many features
Allegorical third person artists
She taught it to my father
We could show the film
His foot pressed down
To be your assertion
In a first defense
In dreams they saw her walking
Entrances and staircase
Connection and pin
In her soul's abstraction
He cared only about love
A brace, a suitcase
The lovers spoke about flowers
Instead upon these
And she barely knew
Silence across the border
What I prescribed
As somewhat irresistible
It doesn't happen
In any kind abstract
Pressing to the marge
Exit and button
Already understood
Reports from the walk
As somewhat irresistible