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
- Олег Бундур – Глухарь
- Seal
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- The Hour Before Dawn by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Застрельщики
- Василий Жуковский – Там небеса и воды ясны
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот о помощи голодающим отчет (Главполитпросвет №367)
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- The Atheist poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Яков Полонский – Цветок
- The Glutton by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Талисман
- Ольга Ермолаева – Мир неприбран, подозрителен
- O You by Satish Verma
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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).
