by Peycho Kanev

I remember in my youth how we played

hide and seek and

how we killed doves and sparrows with


and how the sky was different then and the air

and the sun.

But now all the young boys

play Crysis 2 on their computers and

chat on the Internet with little girls that

are so far away.

When I was a boy all the women in the streets

looked like my mama,

but not any more,

not any more.

All the young boys today

want to fuck Paris Hilton

instead of looking at a picture of

Gertrude Stein.

I can’t blame them all.

Peycho Kanev is the Editor-In-Chief of Kanev Books. His poems have appeared in more than 500 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, The Monarch Review, The Coachella Review, Third Wednesday, Black Market Review, The Cleveland Review, Loch Raven Review, In Posse Review, Mascara Literary Review and many others. He is nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net and lives in Chicago. His poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto Publishing Group. A new collection of his poetry, titled Requiem for One Night, will be published by Desperanto Publishing Group in 2012.

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