My Night With Oculus

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by Peter Magliocco

Now rouse the dawn from treasured lips

of my vanished Madonna turned to whore,

& bring night to her altered from


Far from the bustle of your modern mecca

skyline frosted by skyscraper hills

Spider-Man scales minus nets


I wait to throw tortured remnants

of once beautiful disbelievers

into traffic’s maul below:


Will time & the Oculus plunder

the desert’s sea of concrete

to claim my limbo offering


& beckon my hatching wings display

true colors of god’s hidden dream

(flying sideways in unconscious states?)


Then pick the real vista of our desire,

& banish your cheating virtual vixen

luring lost love to forbidden websites.


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