Two Poems by Peter Magliocco

Through a Lens of Cracked Eternity

 

When they went

to the john

seeking

the arc of rap heaven

they never saw

listening

to mouth harps,

 

wailing ways

for collective

unconscious hearts

opening

laser knives

to suture

a suite of ventricles,

 

or pulsing out rhyme

our witch doctors

failed to excise

your taboos

vulgarly

entwined

together,

 

overshadowed by

media reports

of war dead

with those

female soldiers

smiling

through a

 

bullet-holed lens

of cracked

eternity, then

you saw

the peephole

of god

vanish.

 

In Eyes of Creation

 

Would you picture bearing anew

your silicone breasts fully

in the afterlife mothers go to

when children are still-born?

In eyes of creation a knife slices

 

Away ire of dark rainfall, yet

for an eternity we’re bleeding

to feel that utmost hope reborn

in hands reaching beyond us

to see what sleep does not rend.

 

Peter Magliocco

 

Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he’s edited the lit-zine ART:MAG for over 20 years. He has recent poetry in HEELTAP, SCYTHE, GOLD DUST, THIS, A HUDSON VIEW POETRY DIGEST and elsewhere. His latest chapbooks are Nude Poetry Garage Sale (Virgogray Press) and The Heaven of Words (Propaganda Press). He was Pushcart Prize nominated for poetry in 2010.

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