Ross Vassilev - One Poem

When the Fuck Did I Become Travis Bickle?

there's the small living room
the small kitchen
the small bathroom
and the one small bedroom
that I call “my room”
where I sit at my computer
and write what some call poetry
where I hatch plots
to overthrow the government
with a beard and a pen
where I do sex chat with webcam girls
admiring their round tits
while they puff on their cigarettes
and where I sometimes just lie in bed
and think about how much
I hate everyone and everything
wondering which God or Gods
got drunk one night and set
this whole fucking mess in motion
while the dusk turns a darker shade
of purple.






Ross Vassilev is an accomplished poet and editor. Check him out on the web.