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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