Peycho Kanev

the world lies down on its back

  and waits
for me to penetrate it
butt I sniff at the stench and the rottenness of the centuries
and say to Her:
child, ah, you are only a child

and outside on the street the little girls
are playing, not yet turned into women
crazy enough to break down each man


  I am thinking about the paintings of Caravaggio
  looking at the left hand
  remaining silent to the right.

Peycho Kanev © 2009