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
- Олег Бундур – Красивая мама
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games – Canto 3 by William Somervile
- Robert Burns: Braving Angry Winter’s Storms:
- Константин Бальмонт – Мы прячем, душим тонкой сетью лжи
- Among The Sandhills
- On A Mistake In His Translation Of Homer by William Cowper
- Алексей Плещеев – Тобой лишь ясны дни мои
- In David’s “Child’s Garden Of Verses” by Sara Teasdale
- The Wind by Sara Teasdale
- Lookin’ For Myself by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ореланна
- Олег Григорьев – Папа вазу опрокинул
- Epitaph on Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe by Robert Burns
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Мороз
- Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin
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).
