A Note on the Pillow
You live
near the cemetery and
it is
always dark at this place.
The shadows
pull the stones together,
trapping
them in a whirl of immobility;
I’ll leave
when the music’s over
and when
you promise me never again to point
that gun at
the mirror.
At the End
At the end
of a long day
everything
around breathe again,
tranquility
hangs
like a
pendulum above the ground.
But that’s
good, I say. Let it rest.
The
greenery, the crosses on the tops
of the
churches pointing to heaven,
darkness
sneaking behind the mountain,
bringing
new life to the creatures
of the
night.
At night
the stones speak. But not everyone
understand
them. Not everyone has the dictionary
of the
centuries. But those who have it may hear
the darkest
story. It begins anew each day.
The Twin
He is
inside me
and with me
from the
day
I was born.
We think
the same
things
about our
world.
I got my
face,
but he is
in control of
my brain.
And even
more!
When we
walk under
the sun his
shadow
is thicker
than mine.
“How is
this possible?”
I ask my
self.
He says
nothing.
He never
says anything
at all.
He’s mute as a mule.
Yet women
adore him.
They follow
him through
the streets
with hollow eyes.
We sleep
together at night,
and he
dreams my dreams.
But when I
wake up
we are the
same person again.
And I’m
sure it will last
forever.
Unless I do something
about that.
So I decided
to
take him for a walk.
I took him
to the fields.
And when I
showed him
the
scarecrow he began
to tremble
with fear.
Ah, the way
he screamed in pain.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 12 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new book of poetry titled A Fake Memoir was published in 2022 by Cyberwit press.
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