Dog Bite at Pacific Harbors by Peter Magliocco

Now I have known the biting dog
teeth thrashing my leg’s mast
where veins plot a sanguine course
the brute’s black snout snaps

with a saw’s cutting edge
accompanying a barking malice.
Somewhere on the complex grounds,
somewhere near verdant lawns

summer heat warms before sprinklers
water neatly-trimmed grass,
a tenant’s watchdog lost leash
& attacked this strolling passer-by.

Infused with primal pain
I still feel the biting dog
in shallow dreams night conveys
a nature truer than my own,

unable to sleep yet always
it yearns like mad Lassie again
to spill the vein’s crimson flow
beyond my craft’s dark flounder.

Peter Magliocco
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.



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