June 22, 2009

The Night

by Peycho Kanev

the moon talks to me
and tells me stories for tortures
and burned love;
sad song is pouring out from
broken window
and here is only the smell
of stale wine and cigarettes;
dogs are wailing in the dark
and nothing is real more than
it should be,
the dark stillness of the time
is hanging like broken clock
and finally the night
locks me in.

*Peycho Kanev is 28 years old and lives in Chicago. His new poetry collection, a collaboration with the poet Felino Soriano and the editor Edward Wells, is out now and can be found at Amazon.com

**I've read a few excerpts from this chap. Enough to say that it is FUCKING AWESOME! --Editor


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