In The Streets With No Name by Peter Magliocco

If someone seeks a special solace
do your words move softly
on the palette of unspoken need?
I was one with the homeless
at such times, when words failed
to express the inexpressible
those summer nights wandering
in a barefoot homage to streets
going nowhere yet everywhere
in geographies unmapped tonight
drunk on nature’s sweet song
sung by nocturnal creatures writhing.
Give me a steed, even the broken nag
yearning for his somber pasture
& no more this aimless ramble
through an inferno of suburbs
where shooters target hollow malls.
I was one with the homeless
& still am, in twilight’s rock and roll
lyrics spew out the words to live by
as rhythm sways its vibrant path
over silent crowds in the cul-de-sac
of living memory’s forgotten sounds.

Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he edits the lit-zine ART:MAG now and then. His recent sci-fi novel is SPLANX from Cosmic Egg Books.