‘3 Poems’ by Jeff Bagato

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Zero Is Gone

closed in
the next enemy ship
flew right through
deliberate half-loop;

at first I thought
he’d turned,
speeding ship pushed straight into
white cloud,
burned until it crashed

gone, rolling over—
getting your nose—
losing your speed

trailing,
see him catch fire—
bombers safe

Lift Up Surrender

a stone’s throw
can’t stop
marching
bullets of meat
& potatoes
man,

a man who
just
works

for the strong?
for the wrong reasons?
for the world order?

for the
gas
liftsup
surrender
making it
impossible
to
touch

Hamburger Joy

concrete guillotine w/ a
chopper that’s purely
heavy

spontaneous
combustion in an old tin cup
sparked by a
fart,
foolish fling
of ether

a man spraying
white
toilet
like a dog

& his hamburger
hot
keeps on coming

these teeth
forever
grin

A multi-media artist living near Washington, DC, Jeff Bagato produces poetry and prose as well as electronic music and glitch video. Some of his poetry and visuals have recently appeared in Empty Mirror, Otoliths, Brave New Word, Angry Old Man, and Midnight Lane Boutique. Some short fiction has appeared in Gobbet, Danse Macabre, and The Colored Lens. He has published nineteen books, all available through the usual online markets, including Savage Magic (poetry) and Kill Claus! (fiction). A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.com.

‘Beneath Collapse’ by Jeff Bagato

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earthquake scenes 1999

1. Earthquaking

The rock judgment
subduction
liquifies soul of planet,
improvising
arrangement of landscape,
improving
visual field by introducing

SPACE

where once had been lives

Spring must follow a fall,
but without a rainbow
can we rebuild
in haste?

We are overtaken
by earth desire
for
evolution

2. Dead ends

Bones shattered—
corpse of a young woman
twisted beneath
ceiling &
bed,
body covered
by gray concrete dust;
scores of urban
dead ends
follow

3. No voices

No
computers no
running water no
electricity no
functioning phones no
blankets no
authorities no
nothing no
food no
morgue room no
homes no
electricity no
ground no

yesterday, many
people screamed from inside &
today we hear no

voices

4. Psychology of Urban Design

trapped under dead
end blocks,
urban
concrete, gray pulverized dust
piles electricity
under the rubble, bodies
amputated

between
the ceiling &
the bed

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