Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (из Байрона)
- Again
- To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
- Николай Глазков – Пошел тропой
- The Aquittal Of Phryne poem – Alfred Austin
- A PARANAETICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSETO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS by Robert Herrick
- A little ink more or less! by Stephen Crane
- Velocity Of Money poem – Allen Ginsberg
- The Fallen House
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот молочный налог… (Главполитпросвет №217)
- Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare
- Concealment
- Юнна Мориц – Бетани
- If Thou Could’st Empty All Thyself Of Self by Thomas Edward Brown
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
