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
- It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
- France, the 18th year of These States. by Walt Whitman
- Epitaph On Johnson by William Cowper
- In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Огюст Барбье – Котел
- София Парнок – Тихо плачу и пою
- Николай Гумилев – Избиение женихов
- A Working Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- Farewell and adieu… by Rudyard Kipling
- How a Little Girl Danced by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Корнилов – Женщины
- Mummy, mummy who invented school? by Raj Arumugam
- Claribel: A Melody poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- one_sweet_white_light.html
- Владимир Корнилов – Старость
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).
