Thursday, September 20, 2018

Rain Ticket By Peter Magliocco

no one can repay
the debt of ages
or liquidate your guilt
into a voided voucher
defectors flee from
on their voyage
to the other side
where guilt doesn't exist,
nor debt,
nor disaffection,
or the tomb's moldy
like junked human
flesh in the junkyard
of our old body parts
the surgeon tunes you up
for the aftermath
so you can drive
yourself anew
through the fast lane
paying no toll

About Peter Magliocco: 

Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he occasionally edits the lit-zine ART:MAG. He has recent poetry in HARBINGER ASYLUM, MIDNIGHT LANE BOUTIQUE, POETRY LIFE AND TIMES, DEGENERATE LITERATURE, THE FIVE-TWO, and elsewhere. His neo-speculative novel The Burgher of Virtual Eden was recently released as an ebook available in all the usual places.

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