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
- Ольга Берггольц – Я иду по местам боев
- Hamlet As Told On The Street by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Набоков – Скитальцы
- Нина Воронель – Поэты военных лет
- Sleeping for Kafka by Nin Andrews
- A prayer to the Wind by Thomas Carew
- Prison Song
- The Sleepers by Walt Whitman
- At The Wedding March poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair by Thomas Carew
- Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
- Life by Marvin Bell
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Rhyme of the Three Sealers by Rudyard Kipling
- Ad Nepotem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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).
