The best way to write is not to try:
let it flow like sadness dripping
down from the autumn leaves,
and my computer screams: "Let me
sing my song!"
(but computers cannot scream),
(doesn't matter, this is cybernetic
dream),
and the mirror shows me the fear
of the deer or the bravery of the crow,
My dear, I say in my sleep, sorrow
comes to us when the night falls
over the city,
dark, grey, irrelevant,
it comes, slowly, slowly,
embracing us in its gentle arms —
warm and fuzzy we feel and let us
scream.
Peycho Kanev's work has been published in Welter, The Catalonian Review, The Arava Review, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Tonopah Review, Mad Swirl, In Posse Review, Southern Ocean Review, The Houston Literary Review and many others. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Anthology and lives in Chicago. His new collaborative collection "r", containing poetry by him and Felino Soriano, as well as photography from Duane Locke and Edward Wells II is now available at Amazon .