Recording Live

To abide,
the recording angel
on my shoulder,
to dream, trebled,
with eyes
and ears open,
glass pressed
against the thin, plasmic
veil separating one world
from the next,
a straddler
and eavesdropper,
since Childhood,
on behalf of a life
that does not advertise
or wear itself out
so easily,
requiring a tease,
like the snake
charmed from its straw basket
through music’s make,
or the tongue
flirting with air
to gauge the climate,
to placehold
the arabesques
and delicate savor
of an endlessly
moveable feast,
to our own
called stars,
are born
with stories encrypted
in our hearts,
each telling
a listening,
and recollection,
echoes recorded live
on a loop,
just one long
blues song
forever at the mercy
of Eternity’s remix.

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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