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Ross Vassilev
catch a star
it’s 3 AM
and the rain
is falling.
there’s a punk
band called
Rainer Maria
on the radio.
i should turn
it off and listen
to the rain but
this girl and her
band are damn
good. i’m 31
and still listen
to punk and it’s
nice lying here
half-asleep and
listening to
Rainer Maria.
second coming
nowadays when
missionaries
ring my door at
9 in the morning
on a Sunday i
just tell them i’m
a Buddhist which
isn’t true cuz
i don’t believe in
reincarnation
cuz the last thing
i want is to come
back to this world
with all its pimps
and hungry children
but Buddhism is
a pretty religion and
it gets rid of all those
damn missionaries.
hours alone
she cuts her
forearms
with razors
and watches
the pretty
red blood fall
into the white
sink and tells
herself at
least she ain’t
hooked on
meth or heroin
thank God.
Henry and June
the blonde dove in
and gave the brunette
a lick and she moaned
and groaned with her
big tits hanging out and
Anais Nin sat in a chair
watching them though
they invited her to join
looking more curious
than aroused but if the
girls didn’t do it for her
well they sure as hell
did it for me.
workin for the man
my first day
clearing rocks
from a field.
we carried
them in metal
buckets that
got heavier as
the sun rose.
by noon the
heat weighed
a ton. one of
the other idiots
working with
me kept trying
to start a
conversation
but i wasn’t
interested. i
sat down every
chance i got
when no one
was looking.
finally the boss
saw me—my
first and last
day on the job.
Copywrite 2008 Ross Vassilev
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