Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood’s TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people’s property.
Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.
‘They don’t give me welfare.
I take it.’
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Better Not Ask Me by Shel Silverstein
- Алексей Ржевский – Как я стал знать взор твой
- Владимир Луговской – Гуниб
- libation.html
- Владимир Маяковский – Протекция
- Владимир Орлов – Добрый день
- On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lover’s Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden by Rabindranath Tagore
- The First Part: Sonnet 1 – In my first years, and prime yet not at height by William Drummond
- Илона Грошева – Любовь две синички на ветке
- Ultima Thule by William Ellery Leonard
- Time Well-Served by Luis Estable
- A Little Memory poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet # 12 by Luis A. Estale
- Sometimes by Vinko Kalinić
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).
