ROSS VASSILEV – One Poem

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–

 

nothing

 

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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