Sellathon of the Mind by Jeff Bagato

The 10 Pack Priest and the Hava Notha Kid
walking along minding own business
when prison blows dynamite
saving millions of taxpayer dollars,
not to mention the trouble
& expense of rehabilitation,
and the Priest said gold
bless them every one,
and the Kid
said “Mortgages
is a safe to say
respectable line of work, like
mortuary, or stockbroking;”
Priest couldn’t agree more
but thinks first when he sees streak
of eerie ghost flesh pouring down the moonlight—
looks like a war’s on
cause this is the last run,
last match, last belly to the bar,
running blue steel ectoplasm out front
and searching for dominion—
growl or get grabbed, baby,
yells the Kid and off
churning windmills fast to pavement,
racecar vision of a landscape,
the ghosts bound to catch
a dollar running thru radio trade
gantlet promo greenback dustbin,
some spooks firing random
shotguns like porno crew
with a bucket of white paint—
Kid leaps Priest into gutter
as a dead bone blows
a ghost load into somebody’s trailer


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

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