THE WORLD AS SEEN BY A FLY

this tiny room
where I talk to the hungry ghosts
of my past

they rail at me
and gnash their teeth

I've been a dozen different people
in this life
and I'm only 37--
or 15
if you don't count all those years of insanity

I tell my past selves to fuck off

same to you they tell me

the phone rings
if it's God I'll tell him to go fuck
his mother

I get up and start to walk round the room
and talk to myself.


About Ross Vassilev:
Ross Vassilev is a born loser and a poet. He's from Bulgaria and somehow ended up in Ohio. His work has been published at Camel Saloon, Dead Snakes, My Favorite Bullet and other fine zines, both online and in print. You can read more of his poems at http://rossvassilev.blog.com/.