Thursday, June 3, 2010

Peycho Kanev - One Poem

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I am waiting on the immortal
but nothing comes

I can feel it
under my finger nails,
at the edge of my brain
I can see it
waiting on the walls,
crawling on the floor
still no form
no words
just the outer shell,
tiny flashes of brightness

I need to be overwhelmed
I want to be flooded
I am waiting to be touched
by the greatness
of others

I soak in the bath-tub
read Bukowski

I lie in the bed
read Thomas

I lean on the kitchen table
read Dante

I recline in the sofa
read Jeffers

The cars hiss by my window

The phone rings
and rings and

I want to be absorbed in
I want wrapped up
I want to be engrossed in
I want to be preoccupied
with the Word

I answer the phone
and say “Hello!”

still waiting for the grandeur
to come.

Peycho Kanev’s work has been published in Welter, Poetry Quarterly, 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 is nominated for Pushcart Award 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

1 comment:

  1. I think Cars Hiss by my Window is an immortal poem. I still check my shoulder in darkened rooms lest a cold girl kills me!