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
- Aunt’s Tantrums by William Barnes
- Anarchy by Satish Verma
- Tell me not here, it needs not saying poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- The Song of the Little Hunter by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Стих как бы шофера
- Fine Apricot Lodge by Wang Wei
- Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands by Robert Burns
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Sitting atop the mountain hill by Swami Aaron Thomas
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
- Михаил Лермонтов – Жена севера
- Олег Сердобольский – Угадай, в какой руке
- Motel Seedy by Thomas Lux
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Christmas Carol by William Topaz McGonagall
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).
