He’s quick to point out the real
calibrated meaning stocks bring
to the officer’s mess when Savage
rides Harley through stainglass
cafeteria window waving six
foot rubber dildo so hard
it breaks—two johnsons
better than one when straight-rushing
bellybutton of the beast—
and the soldiers fire
bullets ricochet
clean off silicone penumbra,
a smell like white jissom
pours hot into mess hall
regurgitations ‘cause cum and
common rye don’t make good sandwich;
Savage bayonets to the rear
as sweet singing anthems turn
to cries patriotic
motherfuckers can’t abide
as the fire escape holds open
arms to federal regulator
lecture up and down steel
steps like Shirley Temple tap dance
on the good ship Lollapalooza
(another great day for marketing
when the sinners can’t
seem to turn off the jingle
in the jangle of the matriculated mind);
Savage waves her cocks—
the day belongs
to silicone hallelujah
and the jissom crust on everyone’s
black market
hamburger:
Keep the poison coming,
it’s a long way to the end
of the bank
A multi-media artist living near Washington, DC, Jeff Bagato produces poetry and prose as well as electronic music, glitch video, sticker art, and pop surrealism paintings. Some of his poetry has appeared in Empty Mirror, Futures Trading, In Between Hangovers, Otoliths, Your One Phone Call, and Zoomoozophone Review. His published books include Savage Magic (poetry), Cthulhu Limericks (poetry), The Toothpick Fairy (fiction), and Dishwasher on Mars (fiction). A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.wordpress.com
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