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here, piggy piggy by Ross Vassilev

Posted in Ross Vassilev with tags on November 5, 2012 by Scot
the sky tells me
about its childhood
my shoes are eating
the peppermint sidewalk
as I smile to myself
in the nefarious sunlight
my shadow follows me
through the chill
of September where
the crows sit silent
in naked trees
and then
it occurs to me that
cops don’t read poetry.
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COLD by Ross Vassilev

Posted in Ross Vassilev with tags on July 17, 2009 by Scot

bony trees
and cold air
and the sun
a smoldering
cigarette.

i don’t mind
the cold or
the empty
street.

there’s
comfort in
loneliness

in my white
breath among
dark closed
windows.

i think of
the sun
going down

of the hare
and the
frightened
mouse

of sparrows
chirping on
a quiet ledge.

long ago and not so far away by Ross Vassilev

Posted in Ross Vassilev with tags on July 1, 2009 by Scot

working as a temp
light assembly
$6 an hour
no rights, no benefits

hated the job
but couldn’t afford
to get fired

imagine boredom
as a kind of death
like drowning
in a bathtub in
the suburbs

if i had a soul
i’d say it was
like an opium poppy
turning to stone

there was one boss
i wanted to punch
in the face but never
did

i kept on working
doing the same shit
day after day

my soul scattering
like dust
to the universe.

the demons are real… by Ross Vassilev

Posted in Ross Vassilev with tags on January 31, 2009 by Scot

red flower wilting
in a glass

sunlight
on the white walls.

i remember
my confusion,

my rediscovery
of the beauty of nature.

the demons

sometimes they growl
at me in my sleep

i turn them off

i think of Penelope Cruz

of hippie chicks in 1969
before i was born.

the demons are quiet
now

biding their time

hiding somewhere
in the back of my head

like a tumor.