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
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из окна
- Олег Григорьев – Как вы думаете, где лучше тонуть
- À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Ольга Седакова – Московские картинки
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
- A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca poem – John Keats poems
- Song—Fragment—Leezie Lindsay by Robert Burns
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- 決定
- Ольга Берггольц – Дорога на фронт
- Владимир Британишский – Чернышев переулок и мост Чернышев
- Men by Maya Angelou
- The May-Tree by William Barnes
- The Talking Oak poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
