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
- What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- The Haunted House by Thomas Hood
- Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Николай Заболоцкий – Вечерний бар
- The Ballad of the King’s Jest by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Бундур – Вращения
- On The Cliffs Newport
- The River Of Pearls At Fez Translation
- Николай Гумилев – Левин, Левин, ты суров
- Helen all Alone by Rudyard Kipling
- Wisteria by Philip Levine
- Words Of Advice by Ronald G. Auguste
- Николай Языков – Давным-давно люблю я страстно
- Concrete Backyard by Ryssel Guzman
- To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
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).
