The way it happens
To feel it,
to grasp your heart
and to die while you write
poetry
is not so regally like let’s say
kissing untouched beauties
between the sheets.
To listen to Mahler
and after that to throw away
all the symphonies like
stinking garbage.
Summer time,
I kiss the hog
and whisper
good night, darling, good night
child.
Peycho Kanev’s work has been published in Welter, Poetry Quarterly, The Catalonian Review, The Arava Review, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Tonopah Review, Mad Swirl, In Posse Review, Southern Ocean Review, The Houston Literary Review and many others. He is nominated for Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. His collaborative collection “r”, containing poetry by him and Felino Soriano, as well as photography from Duane Locke and Edward Wells II is now available at Amazon.com. His new poetry collection “Bone Silence” will be published this fall by Desperanto.
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