nude descending a museum staircase
Peter Magliocco, July 2009
“whisper that french thing
into my ear –” she said
there’s the rampant grace
of surrealistic violence
Breton danced (in) visibly to
see gods open blood-bodice
for nipple-lobotomy caper:
femme of dark cocaine rues
pray for my redemption
in the minds’ inner ghetto
you dance forever in now
the last ballet of witches
fevering for a cockatoo
pecking our lambent cancer,
& shed the experienced skin
to plunge in pure arterial
wastelands of the retro-heart
the department zombies
proclaim will be missing
like the last chest piece
of undisguised gender
no one can
see the naked
motions of truth
blindly (un) dressing
your thoughts
before
mankind’s
fall
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, and has poetry at THE SMOKING POET, A HUDSON VIEW POETRY DIGEST, THE BEAT, HEELTAP and elsewhere… His new novel is The Burgher of Virtual Eden from Publish America (www.publishamerica.com). He was Pushcart nominated for poetry in 2008.
