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
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.