Ouija on the Rag by Jeff Bagato

Buttered up and slippery across the board,
fingertips press Ouija into service
so degrading it can only be
spelled in blind letters,
frittered off like dandruff
from a sucker shoulder:
angels believed to fly
salvation for passed innocent
children who best could use
a ten-spot for the boatman:
and Ouija’s on the rag
smiling evil in a fan blade
spread across your eyes
and keeping hopes at bay,
boys running satyr with ceramic
out front, swinging vine
over river and dropping pure load
of whole self into cold
running blood: A—N—D—B—U—Y—
kaleidoscopic montage molluscs
a screen that Ouija knows has sucked
her magic like menstrual blood
and spit it back bottled and labeled
up for a good-time roll from spirit
world to you—
advertising stole my shit
but it won’t go good
with donuts
and disaster in the morning;
revenge is sweet
like blood-soaked porn husk
on the tip of Satan’s mind

Jeff Bagato 2

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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