By: Peter J. Dellolio

It Was A Matter Of Lust

It was a matter of
lust in spite of those
dapper fellows without
the electric chair so
we pleaded and were needed
in spite of scarecrows wearing
oxygen masks in Damascus.

Nectarines Rubbed

Nectarines rubbed nocturnal spasm.
Ancient thoughts.
Who is in that room, the one
filled with sand?
Bony flotsam genteel occipital.
Modern disasters.
How did they get all that sand, you
know, the room?

Luggage

Luggage
but the foot
nice waxy
ideas towards
good lumber inside
cursed museum dainty
anyway
a gorgeous feeling
sometimes
mementos quite
solvent
mixed into
morbidity.

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Born in New York City in 1956, he attended Nazareth High School before earning dual degrees from New York University in 1978 — a BA in Cinema Studies and a BFA in Film Production. His poetry, prose-poems, fiction, short plays, artwork, and critical essays have appeared in over 100 literary magazines, journals, and anthologies.

His poetry collections include A Box of Crazy Toys (Xenos Books/Chelsea Editions, 2018), Bloodstream Is an Illusion of Rubies Counting Fireplaces (Cyberwit/Rochak Publishing, February 2023), and Roller Coasters Made of Dream Space (Cyberwit/Rochak Publishing, November 2023). His novella, The Vigil (Type 18 Books), and his novel, The Confession (Cyberwit/Rochak), were both recently released.