Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Ross Vassilev- A Poem

bars made of sun

if you're insane and lonely
there's nothing to do
but write poetry
as the dead flies multiply
on the windowsill
for the sky is cracked
and humanity is cracked
and you can play live chess
on the Internet
till the end of time
or till a brilliant, blinding sun
explodes somewhere
and destroys
the entire surface of the Earth,
whichever comes first.

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