Waltz

On the night
God went topless,
and the nephilim performed
a burlesque of Carmen,
or perhaps it was the Wizard of Oz,
the girl with the frosted tulips
in her hair,
and love song
in her head,
turned off the stars
and started waltzing,
as if the entire world
had shut its billion
and one scarry eyes
to better divine
and redeem
a single girl’s
respiring edge
to glisten with candor,
to home in on light,
where innocence lay in wait
and surrender.

 

 

 

 

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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