Ross Vassilev - Four Poems

the Arthur Bremer poem


a young man
sitting up in
bed all night
naked staring
at his penis


scrawling page
after page of
endless insane
ramblings
in his notebook


trying to decide
whether to shoot
himself or the
UPS guy or the
mayor


listening to the
same album
over and over
after shaving
his head


after mailing out
pages ripped
from porn mags
mailing them
to people he
doesn’t know


feeling
insignificant
as a hanger
in the closet


unknown
to the world


and the world
better hope
he stays that
way.



tell me about it


she said


whatever happened
to Mazzy Star?
they were damn good


as the air filled
with smoke.


I said


if those cigarettes
don’t kill you
you’ll kill
me.


she said


don’t be such a
wimp. you even got
the face of a wimp.


I said


would it help
if I grew a beard?


she said


no.



casual notes


read Allen
Ginsberg’s
collected
poems.


I thought
what a load.


black and
Latino gangs


are killing
each other


in the streets
of Los Angeles.


they don’t
read poetry.



prophecy


when
the world
ends I’ll
be pissing
in some
parking lot
just like
this one.



Ross Vassilev was born in Bulgaria and now lives in Ohio. He's a poet and the editor of Opium Poetry 2.0 (http://opiumpoetry.blogspot.com/) and Asphodel Madness (http://asphodelmadness.blogspot.com/) blogzines.