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
- Ballade Of Queen Anne poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Niagara by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac:
- Heccar and Gaira by Thomas Chatterton
- Владимир Солоухин – У тихой речки детство проводя
- Leopard by Stanley Wilkin
- The Woman in the Ordinary by Marge Piercy
- Николай Заболоцкий – Урал
- A New Year Greeting by W H Auden
- Andrew Lang – Andrew Lang Poems
- To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss:
- Нина Воронель – Поэты военных лет
- You Will Forget! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
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).
