Fictionalize me,
martyr me to your
and lost causes,
give me a form
by which my double
can register touch,
and seeds of desire,
twitching and sputtering
in the blue flames
of fabulous opera,
make me the husky baritone
to your soprano shrieking
like a harpooned dolphin in heat,
the two of us, sharing the mount
of impale,
and writhing desperately
to get free,
or to die more deeply.
Make me the singer
whose mouth
you stuff with secret notes,
saying traces of you,
the distilled essence
and bruised print,
reside in the fragrant spells
of ink rivering across pages,
never running dry,
perpetual moistness
dark as it is fine,
then sing me back out,
you insist,
continuing to feed
scraps and tatters
down my throat.
Make me a totem,
upon which every toy legend
is playfully encrypted,
shape me
into laughing water,
so you can always find
the humor in drowning,
scrape me
off the back of my brain,
whose unlit scabrous hallways
lead to interior antechambers
where very few visitors
have ever been.
Fictionalize me,
from the starstuff
drawn from your own
private cosmos,
and then,
what you make of me,
because goddesses
need to eat too,
and their own playthings
are what they most desire
and hunger for.

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.
This entry was posted in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Plaything

  1. This was incredible.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s