It is impossible
to live up to the lyrical,
its angelmarked
bendings of antenna,
and sonic proofs,
to nestle
in the hollows
of pitch,
half-bird, half-wraith,
attempting the almighty bait
and switch,
to con the heavens
into granting you
a seraph’s amnesty,
to sing down the stars
with a parched, mortal throat,
ambitiously widening
to swallow the sea,
or at least gag
on the sea’s coral-racked
and wrecks
(how beautiful
a death
if one could taste
before fading
to black)
double standards,
and inordinate demands
on day to day
might be best
to pages,
talismanic rants,
and undersea dreamverses,
where direct commands
from queenly blue stars
leave enough time
and space
to do
the goddamned




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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