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
- Михаил Лермонтов – Чума в Саратове
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Needle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- William Stanley Merwin – William Stanley Merwin
- Олег Бундур – Поссорились
- The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
- The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland by William Butler Yeats
- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long by William Shakespeare
- The Beäten Path by William Barnes
- A Tulip Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Степан Щипачев – Соловей
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).
