To dig nails
into the ciphered history
of her skin,
to take a pirate’s tack
in plundering
the source
of her sap
and scent,
on the bare teeth
of wolves wind.


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 johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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7 Responses to Piracy

  1. Must be my recent mood but the digging nails part goes nicely with my coffee or last nights wine


  2. Well, the way I see it, you’ve got three choices, 1. shed the entire country of your hot-and-erotically bothered skin, 2. Find a boy-toy who specializes in pine removal 3. Find a toy

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  3. If you opt for option 3, I suggest the ribbed version of Mr. Potato Head 🙂

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  4. I’d loan you mine, if I were closer 😉

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