Girl and the Moon

There is the snake
and there is the amen
and perhaps
there’s not really
much difference
between the two.
Like you,
and the moon,
and how my longing
a fugitive overlap,
where exactly
does the queenly orb
of distant gold
and the girl
garlanded in blue roses
The whole thing
reeks of impossible,
of inscrutable pitch,
which forces me to sing,
to mate scars to music,
as if life had become
the raw means
for an ongoing mixtape
made on a pirated radio
for that girl
you want to crush
and pound
into moistened milkflakes
of powder
and inhale
between 3am
and yesterday.
Give me time
and space
and I will show you
beyond doubt’s shadow
where the snake
coils covertly
in the  shattered
heart of amen,
where the girl,
mending fractures,
blends inviolately
with the moon
that becomes her




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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