Wednesday, October 20, 2010

While Shaving

While shaving

Standing in front of the mirror;
I can see no face
no body
no beard
holding the rusty razor
shaking in my hand
Am I real?
Foam and
towel and
soap
everything seems real enough,
adequate
but why I feel like I lost
everything
I took another glance in
the mirror

and it only shows me back
clock without
hands.
 --Peycho Kanev loves to listen to sad music while he drinks slowly his beer. His work has been published in Welter, The Catalonian Review, Off Beat Pulp, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Tonopah Review, Mad Swirl, Southern Ocean Review, The Houston Literary Review and many others. He loves to put the word down and not talking on the cell phone for days. He has been nominated for a 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 Amazon

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