juice and cookies


at the end
of Casablanca

Bogey and
the French cop
start a beautiful
friendship (of
a homosexual
nature no doubt.)

the bullet went in
through the back
of Bugsy Siegel's
head, his eye
hit the wall
across the room.

i remember
my grandfather

bald with
a Hitler mustache

the same fiery eyes

drinking vodka
and eating raw
onions like they
were apples

dead of heart
failure at age 69.

he was
an atheist.
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Ross Vassilev is a born loser and a poet. He's originally from Bulgaria but now lives in a small town in Ohio where he eats rotten eggs for breakfast and spends every day watching lezzie videos. You can read more of his poems at http://rossvassilevpoet.blogspot.com/.
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