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