this world

Peycho Kanev

I am watching a girl dressed in a

blue catholic school uniform pushing

wheelchair with an old man in it,

white and dry like an old water melon,

and she just pushes the wheelchair,

circles in the park and whistle happy

tune,

and there is one pigeon above them

circling in the sky, looking maybe for his

lost love or something more pleasurable,

I keep watching through out the window

with my 4 day beard, drinking wine and listen

to some lyrical symphony while the view

outside is just trivial and preposterous like anything

else, yes!

and the girl continues with her slow circles

and the old man is sleeping now or maybe

dead;

but somewhere there is China and the ships

are now crossing the great blue ocean;

there are armies and angels and tyrants and

little girls,

but this is no good for me or even for my

state at the world affairs

because soon there will be enough bombs

to blew us all to Mars,

the pigeon keeps circling

in the sky,

showing me that there is still a chance for me,

for you

and even for the bombs.