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
- That The Night Come by William Butler Yeats
- Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly by Wallace Stevens
- Илья Эренбург – Я слышу всё, и горестные шепоты
- The Black Shawl poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Prospective Immigrants Please Note
- Dedication To Lady Windsor poem – Alfred Austin
- Going Back to School by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Unforgetting by Satish Verma
- A Captive Throstle poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? by William Shakespeare
- On A Theme In The Greek Anthology
- The Last Wolf by Mary TallMountain
- The Fraser River by Mike Yuan
- Autumn by Siegfried Sassoon
- I see you moon by Raj Arumugam
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).
