The Poetry Of..
Peycho Kanev............................................................
memories
my bones
in this room full of silence
are bare
too many women
have chewed me up and spat me
out
I am waiting for a new body
for everybody to like
just as before.
I wonder...
the walls are
still the same
the beer too
you
are sitting next to me
and your eyes ask me
something
the answer is
NO.
my way under the rocks
and the roses are red
and my terror is something that crawls away
maybe I read too many books
maybe I didn't read enough
and some torn flower
is just dead love
and some dead flower gives the seed
to a new love
probably I can use my razor not only for shaving
probably the sun is about to set
and the black panther in the jungle is vicious
and the black birds circle the wounded sky
there are some signs about my suffering
that I can't ignore
that I can't ignore
certainly my life is about to begin again
certainly my life
my death.
the woman that I will never have
she is like
a masterpiece of a painter
dead centuries
ago
she is still in the
attic
covered with old newspapers
and spider webs.
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