Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood’s TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people’s property.
Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.
‘They don’t give me welfare.
I take it.’
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Since There Is No Escape by Sara Teasdale
- Олег Бундур – А мне-то ничего
- Алексей Толстой – Растянулся на просторе
- Алексей Хомяков – Просьба
- Зинаида Александрова – Сама
- But Outer Space by Robert Frost
- A Net to Snare the Moonlight by Vachel Lindsay
- Binsey Poplars poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Олег Бундур – Красивая мама
- Tell me not here, it needs not saying poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Sonnet CXLVII by William Shakespeare
- Иосиф Бродский – Буров тракторист
- Full Moon by Walid Saba
- Don’t Disappear by Roberto Cocina
- To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation by Phillis Wheatley
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).
