By Peycho Kanev
There are no airplanes today in the sky of New York. I guess
they sleep beneath the fresh snow. And maybe, just occasionally
from under the white covered fuselage appears a small glimmer,
as if they wink at the people to tell them that they know the game.
I guess that the pilots are somewhere warm, waiting for the snow
to stop, waiting for their flight attendants to smile. So it goes like
that in heaven. Or maybe I’m wrong? Here on earth the whiskey is
perfect. Naturally with rocks, although that is somewhat stupid. I am
known for living awful, when life is good. I have no money to build
a chapel, but I light a candle, which ignites the icy diamonds in my
glass and I walk towards the edge, I can hear the edge calling me
quietly. It starts snowing again. The planes have the nightmares of all
their fallen brothers. But now I’m here and I look out the window.
The fresh snow falls deep and covers the phone wire along with two nestled
pigeons. I am waiting for the call that will shake them off, back to life.
Peycho Kanev is the Editor-In-Chief of Kanev Books. His poems have appeared in more than 600 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Hawaii Review, The Monarch Review, The Coachella Review, DMQ Review, The Cleveland Review, In Posse Review, Mascara Literary Review and many others. Peycho Kanev has won several European awards for his poetry and he is nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto Publishing Group. A new collection of his poetry, titled Requiem for One Night, will be published by Desperanto Publishing Group in 2012.