Jeff Bagato is a multi-media artist living near Washington, DC, He produces poetry and prose as well as electronic music, and glitch video. Some of his poetry has appeared in "Empty Mirror," "Futures Trading," "In Between Hangovers," "Otoliths," "Your One Phone Call," and "Zoomoozophone Review." His published books include Savage Magic (poetry), Cthulhu Limericks (poetry), The Toothpick Fairy (fiction), and Dishwasher on Mars (fiction). A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.wordpress.com.
The Fox is Now Gone
Out front blowing bubbles at 2 am
soap bubbles in the holly
soap bubbles in spiderweb
soap bubbles drifting to the left
out of view in the dark
and a fox appears on the city street
under a light, long and blond,
and everyone asked later if it was red—
it had a long snout and a
bushy tail, low to the ground
like a cat but features like a dog—
the fox ran off in the street,
the bubbles lost in the night,
soap bubbles lost in the night
Maximum Beat
Maximum beat—
drunk on candy and wine—
the candy:
a punk girl said she saw a bar
in a cool death movie—
the girl:
slashed hair, cool death leather flick,
metal studs from sleeve to nose—
A cool cat
swinging out the window, eyes wide—
all the world's a song—
his itchy skin
keeps him jumpy—
drunk on candy and wine—
the wine:
a sweet, red, fruited thing
fit for olives, bread, chicken, cheese and kings—
cheese:
the only one in the fridge—
mozarella
Faster, Ornette, play faster—
the birds are flying
in the beautiful, cool Virginia air,
trees, still naked—
hot horns light up the sky at the end of the day
burning along telephone lines—
I want to tell the heart of the city
I love you
Valentine
drunk on candy
and wine
© Jeff Bagato
Caged Blue
once you know
what blue is
you can turn
it into the color
of sky
the smell
of
ocean
the feather of a
flashing blur passing
in a jungle
of unknown hue
tasting a periwinkle
creates another
universe,
blue
in its own way
where new gas clouds
emit rays
enveloping
once you know
what blue is
you can turn
it into the color
of sky
the smell
of
ocean
the feather of a
flashing blur passing
in a jungle
of unknown hue
tasting a periwinkle
creates another
universe,
blue
in its own way
where new gas clouds
emit rays
enveloping
The Fox is Now Gone
Out front blowing bubbles at 2 am
soap bubbles in the holly
soap bubbles in spiderweb
soap bubbles drifting to the left
out of view in the dark
and a fox appears on the city street
under a light, long and blond,
and everyone asked later if it was red—
it had a long snout and a
bushy tail, low to the ground
like a cat but features like a dog—
the fox ran off in the street,
the bubbles lost in the night,
soap bubbles lost in the night
Maximum Beat
Maximum beat—
drunk on candy and wine—
the candy:
a punk girl said she saw a bar
in a cool death movie—
the girl:
slashed hair, cool death leather flick,
metal studs from sleeve to nose—
A cool cat
swinging out the window, eyes wide—
all the world's a song—
his itchy skin
keeps him jumpy—
drunk on candy and wine—
the wine:
a sweet, red, fruited thing
fit for olives, bread, chicken, cheese and kings—
cheese:
the only one in the fridge—
mozarella
Faster, Ornette, play faster—
the birds are flying
in the beautiful, cool Virginia air,
trees, still naked—
hot horns light up the sky at the end of the day
burning along telephone lines—
I want to tell the heart of the city
I love you
Valentine
drunk on candy
and wine
© Jeff Bagato
