New Poems from Giulio Magrini

THE TAIL OF A PEACOCK 
For the special ones
*Argus was a figure in Greek mythology with one hundred eyes, that were subsequently put on*
To grunt slobber pant
To waddle to grin
To grin to grin
To act improperly
In the real world
To walk lumpy
To pandemonium on Sunday
Retard sweating hands
Protocol
To be able to make change
And be told
You are a success
To be ridiculous 
And have an excuse
And not use it
To laugh at complexity
To dance truly alone
Act the fool
Swing from the bells
To be found 
Thousands of years later
In the arms of your lover

Without 
The eyes
On the tail
Of the peacock

                   PORT DRINKER

He wakes
In a shabby brown coat
Urinates
And vomits something brown

He won’t know 
Where he is
Until half a bottle

After that
There’s no stopping him

And the image of his before
Smiles approvingly and sedated
Anesthetized his misery 
Now ecstasy
And the symmetry of his end


SHE'S A TEACHER AND A MOM


I.


A mother’s
         A mother’s
34-year-old daughter
            just a little
Little 
           little bit neurotic
Can still 
          identify
          identify with
What is happening
          feels free to 
Say fuck 
Say fuck
Say fuck
         feels free to say
Fuck
        and even
Even smoke									
        marijuana



II.

They
         must
They must
         suffer
Suffer and do
        all the 
Things
        all the things
I had to
I had to
I had to
            I had to do


III.

They
         want
They want
         a free
Ride
         a free ride
They want a free
         ride
Lazy
        bastards
Lazy bastards

IV.

It is my 
            job
It is my job
            to see
To see that
            they
To see that they
           tow
Tow the line


V.

They
Do 
Not
          do not 
Participate
They do not participate
          they sit
They sit
          they sit
They sit staring
          staring at the wall


VI.

I
am
        I am 
Sick
I am sick
        they
Are
Going
        are going
To be 
        to be sick
They are going to be sick
Too.		


BIO:  Giulio Magrini started writing poetry in the early 1970’s, and takes most of his inspiration from the darker sides of human nature. He has performed at the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and many other former venues in Pittsburgh. Giulio has conducted poetry workshops in alternative high schools, prisons, drug and alcohol rehabilitation centers, and hosted a radio show for local poets. He is now working on a manuscript of much of his work titled The Color of Dirt taken from his publications and performances. Magrini has always preferred the performance of his work over publishing, until now. 





By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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