After I read
I prop myself up on a book
and try to write.
Yesterday as I left the BART station
I saw a man acting as if (as we say)
at war with himself, commandeering
without wit, the opposite staircase
by the nightmare of his appearance.
He rocked his knees up in the air
while his ass bounced on the step.
Then his ass and knees were exchanged,
he was reaching for a brown p aper bag
drenched in pinkish red paint.
His hands were layered with it, and
the lower half of his face (except
for a Goyesque smile) gums almost
failing to meet teeth, mouth expanded
like Kronos devouring his children.
The lids of his eyes were full of
patient hope, as they came together
in a baby’s breath. but the latex
drops that covered his arms were as if
he had eaten his hands and the blood
exploded. I couldn’t picture his lungs.
The bag kept getting away from him.
On the step by his side stood a large
spray can diseased with the substance.
I asked myself what should I do with him.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Thoras Song Ashtaroth
- Яков Полонский – Цветок
- The Time Around Scars by Michael Ondaatje
- Communal War
- Epitaph On Mr. Chester Of Chicheley by William Cowper
- Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor
- Алексей Плещеев – Мною злых и глупых шуток
- Федор Сологуб – Я иду от дома к дому
- Ольга Берггольц – К сердцу Родины руку тянет
- The Future Promise Letter by Stevens Cadet
- Олег Сердобольский – У сосульки льет из носа
- Владимир Высоцкий – Одесские куплеты
- Олег Чупров – Мама
- Владислав Ходасевич – Опять во тьме. У наших ног
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий, ты читал СНК наказ?.. (Главполитпросвет №292)
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).
