by Peycho Kanev

Edward Hopper, Manhattan Bridge Loop, 1928

I can’t see anything but wasted faces,
broken bodies, tired souls and as I walk
in the morning to my job
the streets seem full of ghosts.
oh these factories sucking slowly our lives
away and all those guillotine-jobs killing our
precious time.

I am ready to start my live all over again but
on what price?
who’s going to fight for me this time?
I’ve lost all my battles against the existence
against all the factory owners
against all odds.

and later in my room
I turn on the TV and they show me how to become
A millionaire,
easy.

I turn it off
and lay in the bed and I know
that all our heroes have been wrong:

the dark is empty.

Peycho Kanev loves to listen to sad music while he drinks slowly his beer. His work has been published in Welter, The Catalonian Review, Off Beat Pulp, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Tonopah Review, Mad Swirl, Southern Ocean Review, The Houston Literary Review and many others. He loves to put the word down and not talking on the cell phone for days. He is nominated for Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. His new 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