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
- Stravinsky’s Three Pieces poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нет рядом никого, как ни дыши
- Иван Киуру – Человек
- Федор Сологуб – Колёса по рельсам гудели
- Paradise Lost: Book 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Snail Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Николай Глазков – Раздумья
- These nights by Manushya Puthiran
- On the Burning of Lord Mansfield’s Library by William Cowper
- A Jog-Trot Pair by Thomas Hardy
- “My northern blood exults to face” poem – Alfred Austin
- Poets
- Владимир Корнилов – Отходная
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ночью
- A Dog’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
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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).
