Peycho Kanev poetry

Yes hungry helicopterscircling in the skykilling the littlepieces of my sleep my tired brainwasted a longtime agoon this battleof existenceon this worldwe called wonderful and here is onlyone cat on the floorand there is onlyone bottle of wineand here I amalone come andget mebeforethey do.   White Communion I am watchingthe smoke fromthe chimneythe fog the whitenessof everything aroundand I rise from…