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 Гумилев – Командиру 5-го Александровского полка
- Cell Mate
- Николай Некрасов – Влас
- The Constellations by William Cullen Bryant
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- Олег Бундур – Я сильнее
- For My Mother
- Владимир Британишский – Калмыцкое побережье Каспия
- Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Юрий Галансков – Рванулось пламя из ствола
- To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth
- Hunting Song by William Somervile
- Wednesday by Marvin Bell
- To The Nameless Soldier
- Cupid’s Reign Of Terror (March 2012) by Stevens Cadet
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).
