Kafka, Waking in the Morning


Between dreams,
he woke to night-bells
ringing in the early morning—
the riskiest time of day.
The fog outside
his room, thick
as cat’s feet, treading
softly on his mind,
and after rubrubbing
the sheep
from his eyes, he stared
and stared
at the walls
and furniture and books
on the shelves, eventually convinced
that everything was, as he had left it,
in perfect order. It was safe to rise.
he decided to
make himself a cup
of nice hot tea,
and stepped out
of his closed
bedroom window
without disturbing
an inch of glass.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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