Summer Song

Walter the ice cream man
At the edge of a remote island,
(sirens in the distance)
modeling jigsaw scars, cracked veins,
and an oily sheen,
a fast fade dream, a scorched mirage,
occurs every evening like clockwork.
Walter, jangling his bell, shouting:
Good Humor Man, Good Humor Man,
pauses on the corner for Lacy,
who comes running down the street,
feet on fire, shrieking: Strawberry Shortcake,
Strawberry Shortcake;
this old man and
this young girl
resounding the gospel
of summer’s paradise

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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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 Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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