Peycho Kanev – Three Poems – 3

by Peycho Kanev

Let me look up and see nothing,
let the shells and the screams reverberate fearfully,
let me feel the shaking of the earth
and say that we still don’t understand.
Here are the muddy man, the serpent, and the apple’s core,
thrown into the center of the eternal wrath.
We’re still here, while the storm continues,
as the hydrogen lightning strips down the sky,
where the clouds part and one white hand whirls.

by Peycho Kanev

The body of the dead bird
soon enough 
becomes dirt
where the worms live 
which soon enough
become food for
the newly hatched birds.

I picked a flower and smelled it –

Spring, death and 
swallows’ bones. 

Light Depression
by Peycho Kanev

When I lift my right hand
some obscure shadow is following it,
when I lift my left one – 
quiet music sounds. 
What kind of hell is this? 
This is funny, you see.
I play on the chessboard of my life, 
and all of the pieces are black, 
yet the 64 squares are made of white light –
but that’s not improving anything.
It is Depression everywhere,
but they call it Recession.
It is Darkness everywhere, 
and they turn on the neon lights for us.
I open the door and then
close it.
My bathtub is dirty, and my trash can
is full of empty bottles and memories
no longer needed.
And tomorrow,
when the morning crawls like a roach
into my plastic coffee cup,
I will still be waiting for an answer
from my empty sky. 

Peycho Kanev is the author of 6 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 chapbook titled Under Half-Empty Heaven was published in 2018 by Grey Book Press.