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about the roses and the dead |
by Peycho Kanev
I sit at the edge of the time
I watch the river flowing slowly
like molasses with the fishes and
all the things inside that breathe
the people and the dogs and the flies
go in and then go out
of that tiny place that I exist within
and they tell me everything that I don't
want to know
I watch the river I watch the river
the light
she is getting undressed
she is crying
I watch...
Peycho Kanev is 28 years old. He loves to listen to sad music while he drinks slowly his beer. His work has been published in Welter, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Cemetery, Nerve Cowboy, The Chiron Review, The Guild of Outsider Writers, Mad Swirl, Side of Grits, Southern Ocean Review, and many others. He loves to put the word down and not talking on the cell phone for days. He has been nominated for the Pushcart. He lives in Chicago. Alone. His new poetry collection, a collaboration with the poet Felino Soriano and the editor Edward Wells, is out now and can be found from Amazon.
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