Things Never Go Right by Peter Magliocco

It’s going to be harder getting up
every morning:  all the aging
residue of everything kicking in,
leaving you a murky mirror face
to stare unrepentantly back at.

When the rug you sweep life under
has had enough for the time being,
the noxious squirm of it all will
invade your pores incrementally
with the expired odor of ages:

Never mind natural sounds of sunrise
clocking in for the day shift
or being a semi-loser again,
twilight lurks in the background
promising another restless night

Priming you for a fall
from homely gracelessness
into your oft-sequestered retreat
where things never go right,

even trying
to end
this poem.

Peter Magliocco
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he occasionally edits the lit-zine ART:MAG. He has forthcoming poetry in HARBINGER ASYLUM, POETRY PACIFIC, MIDNIGHT LANE BOUTIQUE, and elsewhere. His speculative sci-fi novel The Burgher of Virtual Eden is now an ebook available at all the usual places.


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