This week our featured poet is Lo Galluccio. Lo is a vocalist/ poet who will be reading Friday July 23 8PM at the Toast Lounge in Union Square with poet Jennifer Matthews, as part of “The Somerville News@Toast series. Lo will be releasing a poetry collection this summer: “Hot Rain.” For more information about Lo go to:
http://logalluccio.com  To be considered for Lyrical Somerville send your poems to Doug Holder  25 School St.  Somerville, Ma.  dougholder@post.harvard.edu

(Galluccio, to be published in Hot Rain, now in Writer’s Unite anthology)

Here are two short poems:

BLASPHEMY
I think these diamonds are my very own teeth.
Spat out, admired.  There isn’t enough war paint
or cake frosting to flush the twittering rages
that ballet the crossbow of my breasts.  The scar
is large.  Large enough for a crux of rain,
for primroses and the coast of Africa.  My womb’s
hot enough to cook Hansel and Gretel and the witch’s
cloak.  It will house your wings.
Oh sky.  Shadows of these days cut
my looping hair against his wall.  My profile’s
smoke.  There’s a gleaming and the fall.
I’m a rumor and my breasts have swelled 1/4″.

DEAR WORLD
Amazement at how much too little is,
how little is too much.
Every person a telephone number, will one person be every tree?
Every non-person silent ringing?  A telephone number decree?
Non-numbers singing?
Silent you.
Amazement at those that gush.
At those spinning in circles zoned in fast forward.
Those dizzying seem to see those sprinting aware,
masked in surrender and lost, pulled child-like by care.
Those wielding power tools drill holes through air.
Some share.
Amazement.
Balance is rare.