Serrated Sleep







Serrated Sleep

 

Now there was the scent of something

Appearing in the wind before us

Seen beyond the kin

& kind

Of the sweet brothel’s kinship

We took the night away from

Blandished arts severed from mainstreams

Bathetically known to no one but the damned.

Interrupted your soul-dream’s long convalescence,

The trees tremble now with the radioactive pollen

Of some evil transformation

(Into the cold bark of nothingness

Where the termite still dwells?)

Take me now from current events gone asunder,

Bleed my lies with your god’s teeth

Speed-dialing distant cells before

The long busy signal implodes your silence



Peter Magliocco


Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he occasionally edits the lit-zine ART: MAG. He’s been Pushcart Prize nominated for poetry and fiction, and has published several poetry chapbooks like Imparadised, Texting Poems to Darwin’s Ghost, The Heaven of Words, Nude Poetry Garage Sale, Discarded Poems, and others. His latest poetry book is Poems for the Downtrodden Millennium from The Medulla Review Publishing. His speculative sci-fi novels include SPLANX (Cosmic Egg Books, 2014) and The Burgher of Virtual Eden, re-released in 2017 as an ebook available everywhere. His short fiction has also been anthologized in books like Dead Neon: Tales of Near-future Las Vegas from the University of Nevada Press.
 
 

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