flower
Peycho Kanev – United States

the sky is blue and somehow

dumb: 

flower, flower

scream for me

during all these centuries

you have seen the wars and the kings

and the different sun every day

and you sang

you have been picked by young ladies

beautiful as flowers

and you have given them something

and after that they took from us

a lot more

flower, flower

scream for me

I picked you once

and you said yes yes –and sang again

and I tore away all your petals

I thought I violate the maiden and

your aroma died

yes yes flower

my hands reach out for the glass

scream scream

I made a mistake, the world is turning

the fields the flowers

and the poems fall upon them

like the last thing that counts

in the silence

Peycho Kanev is 28 years old. He was born in Bulgaria. He loves to listen to sad music while he slowly drinks his beer. His work has been published in Word Riot, Gloom, Cupboard, Poetry Cemetery, Nerve Cowboy, The Chiron Review, The Guild of Outsider Writers, Spoken War, Side of Grits and many others. He loves to put words down and not talk on the cell phone for days. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Award. He lives in Chicago. Alone.