Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Lock of Victorian Hair by Jeff Bagato

go over the window, follow the voices
into morning—an ectoplasmic
cool shivers you and it’s only natural
that you should regret living—
you’re little, young with hair fresh
and it’s never too late to be flying,
for the pillows to feel so heavy

your long dreams have told
you what to do and how
it would go once they touched
your hand

you have only to see the tops
of the trees which you had not
seen before—and it wasn’t
angels that most amazed
you but the thought of somehow
now living this way—always
in flight, always airy—

with sickness became normal,
a special case
allowed to see

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

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