March 12-18, 2007: Peter Magliocco and C.O. Mccauley

week of March 12-18, 2007

Peter Magliocco and C.O Mccauley



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Peter Magliocco
Maglioccolsvgs@aol.com

Bio (auto)

PETER MAGLIOCCO edits the lit-zine ART:MAG from Las Vegas, Nevada He’s had recent poetry at BLAZEVOX, LITERARY HOUSE, HUDSON VIEW and elsewhere His recent poetry & art book, Ex Literotica, was published by Publish America
Learn more about Peter here: www.publishedauthors.net/petermagliocco/

The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by Peter Magliocco and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Numbers Of Infinity

Mewl yet meandering down roads
staring motionless at the natural world
they border an illicit repository
History has no answer for

Seeking air in unpatterned time
catching nothing but a void
where prohibited by Law
searing hearts’ redemption

Across the lake and into the trees
waiting for The Fuhrer’s spirit exit
to pray for a departed Forestmeister
planting what could grow again

& wait silently for mystery trains
whose fossil cars bear the still
living ones to fields life has left
into unglutted fervor blind

As nubile bone skin-shrouded
they tattoo numbers of infinity
on muscle skin of animal remains
we tear the human fabric, apart

A Perfect Day For Bananafish

Gilligan remarks on imminent doom,
& The Professor (lashed by island winds)
thinks he’s overreacting Pirated by elements their lives unsparingly
find collapse at center of mass I turn the T.V off, leaving them
to unwatched electronic stasis —
a fate worse
than a typhoon’s wrath?
Rather look into the eye
of a real storm
than Cyclopean glass
gone mad with jangling commercials,
or scandalous news reports
of dead beauty queens

spoiling the perfect summer’s day

outside
man-made
windows


C.O Mccauley
mcpoet@comcast.net

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C.O Mccauley is a retired naval aviator and banking executive He is a Vietnam vet and has published several books of poetry about that war, the latest being, “Apache Tango ” His poetry has been published in many publications, and most recently appeared in “Blue Unicorn ” He resides in Martinez, California.

The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by C.O Mccauley and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

epiphany

god
i wish i could write
as good as that girl
walks

cogito

i am i think
thanks to math
and my mother
and my father’s
whiskey


The wall

I stayed away for years
still
speechless voices kept me awake
calling in my marker
from that lonely asian game of poker
for a midnight ride
to a moonless battlement
that delt with hidden hands
I made the pilgrimage to ease the sound of pain
black black translucent black
cutting from the ground
cold clean marble
clear as a mirror
decorated with small flags and flowers
cartons of cigarettes mostly marlboro’s
an occasional bottle of jack daniel’s or beer
pictures of sweethearts and family
it’s hard to touch this tomb of names
it touches back
quietly
silently exploding fragments of fire fights
sending shrapnel of shattered comrades
releasing the napalm dreams
sitting in the sun under the shade of defeat
I slip into the wall awhile
fire up engines with waiting wingmen
and gallantly fly into a silver sky
where only gods are allowed
where freedom is more than a word
and we find the final victory

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