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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Футбол
- Hurting Dive by Satish Verma
- Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
- seaport.html
- A November Night by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: The Vision:
- Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy
- The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Epigram on a Suicide by Robert Burns
- In Answer to a Request poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Зинаида Александрова – Подснежник
- Your Words by Piera Chen
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись 5 к статуе Петра Великого
- Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:
- Владимир Набоков – И видел я, стемнели неба своды
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).
