The In-Conspicuous
by Peter Magliocco
is where the branch disappears
sighing over u
Crackling just before false dawn
the prophet tweets from
In portents of dementia
Wringing out the masses
from hollow sleep
Chilling the water till
Dead flowers keep
mad travelers trampling
with scooters of exhaust fallowing
we salute, simmering.
The wait for no one
in light fading:
Drums come rolling
Beaten in vast deafness
beaten still,
The In-conspicuous walk into
a room of your own,
declaring war on little beings
speaking just one language –
bleating only one song,
believing in only one god
inviting you to Hop hip-texting
& preening over your soiling spirits’
cacophonous ranting, these
Pixel-buds in our silicon valley
With lowlife dwindle –
& only the invisible fallen leaves
In lime burning untimely bush
will reach false heaven
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Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where for years he’s been active in the small presses as editor, writer, poet, and artist. Nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, he has recent poetry at Knot, Fevers of the Mind, Trouvaille Review, Impspired, and elsewhere. His recent poetry book is Particle Acceleration on Judgement Day (Impspired).
