Out of the clearing, out of the bulrush
There’s something coming like havoc
To stamp its face on the faceless
Everyday losers in suburbs bland.
Taking its cue from a lousy biopic
“Chronicle of a Hungering Man,”
He’ll return to life in order
To save food chains from salmonella
(Or just plain gross consumption).
The monster’s in us all, dear consumer,
Just our metaphysical double
In unrecognizable drag disguise;
He kisses the underwear of saints
Waiting patiently in supermarkets
To redeem coupons before the famine
& collect corrupt fat from gluttons.
It’s written in the wind like a message
Left long ago by ancient aliens
Returning to feed starving minds
A diet of lies for ambrosia’s moonshine.
Thirsting for gods in the eye
like something truly divine.
Yearning for time in a watch
what really isn’t fixable:
perhaps, or simple goodness
sullied by inhuman events.
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he’s been active for several years as both small press editor and poetry scribe. His latest poetry book is Poetry for the Downtrodden Millennium, from The Medulla Review Publishing. With numerous chapbooks and a few Pushcart nominations to his credit, he also publishes the indie literary arts ‘zine, ART:MAG, and has recent poetry in places like THE BEATNIK COWBOY, PYROKINECTION, THE NEGLECTED RATIO, IN BETWEEN HANGOVERS, and elsewhere …