Posted: August 16, 2013 in Fiction, Poetry
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an average morning

by Ross Vassilev



wake up


dribble out the dreams


slash yr wrists


slash yr mind


there’s killers outside

in the sunlight


I get up and peek through the shutters–




it’s empty out there as hope


I turn around

scratch my balls

bang on the ceiling just for fun


there’s dogs from Hell upstairs

and children from the toilets of Hell


I would give my left arm

for one day of peace

or a piece of Brooke Shields when she was 15


the bed is all sweaty


a mourning dove coos


and the killers wait in silence.



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