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
- An All-Night Sea Fight by William Topaz McGonagall
- Алексей Жемчужников – Осенью в швейцарской деревне
- To Ailsa Rock poem – John Keats poems
- AWAY FROM HOME by Satish Verma
- Verses Faiz Ulla
- Inscription for an Alter of Independence by Robert Burns
- Water by Robert Lowell
- Introduction to the Songs of Innocence by William Blake
- The Beggar’s Valentine by Vachel Lindsay
- The Two Thieves; Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice by William Wordsworth
- In Those Years
- On Envy (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- A Single Man
- Two Years Later by William Butler Yeats
- Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
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).
