Two Poems by Peter Magliocco

The Sun Goddess of Instagram
 
Who would goad us before seeking death
in the everyday world misspent
miracles occur for the outcasts
leading homeless lives in cities.
There street people dance at the feet
of Instagram beauties, photo-bombing them
for the rebirth of genuine thrills
beyond their shopping cart booty.
Do you hear them shouting for you
at Venice Beach every day?
They seek your money, your flesh
to regale as Rodeo Drive eye candy,
before extending needy palms
blistered by maritime misadventure
& hand jobs in underground parking garages
(where flotsam from sexual detritus
is pooling grime with quickie-seed)
after you sunbathe all but nude
boobs-up, wearing bikini & shades
on a beachside patio lounge chair.
They would goad you to show yourself
fully, for a surreptitious flash- photo,
but you're skilled at disappearing
as the sun fades across blue horizons,
leaving peeping orbs to shadow sight
for a long nocturne of eyes wide shut..





The Divine Vision
 
Just the way the light hits you
in insuperable being's fact
from another desolate photo session
the wrath of Caligua's vibes befoul
in half-hearted pictorial smiles
for psychic chasms
our egos inhabit slyly
 
Into what is appropriate
to his dying ocular mega-lens
absorbing my visual content
& leave marred edges intact
whistling as he adjusts shutter speed
I see Matthew Brady remnants
scowling through temporal diffractions
my ferrous features frizz-out
into Poe's dollar store daguerreotype
dragging all the scurrying ions
 
Into my pixel-pout
where nothing matters
but the disappearing image
of "Self"
scanned by throwback technology
into the Cyclops' original eye
first blinded
by caveman god 


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Bio: Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he's been active in small press circles for several years. He has recent poetry at THE BEATNIK COWBOY, DEAD SNAKES, PYROKINECTION, THE NEGLECTED RATIO, and elsewhere. His new poetry book is Poems for the Downtrodden Millennium from The Medulla Review Publishing.

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