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Monthly Archives: June 2018
Tread Softly
I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading
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Tagged Blue, damage, John Biscello, love, lut, perversely yours, skin, void, wounds
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The Gospel According to Ice Cream
Perfection, this life’s greatest untruth and maligner, see how ice cream summer-melts and runs like happy magma down the ridged wonders of a waffle cone clutched by a child like an edible prayer destined to disappear, one bite at a … Continue reading
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Tagged child, dream, gospel, Heaven, ice cream, ice cream you scream, John Biscello, love, melt, sensual
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Intergalactica
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 … Continue reading
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Tagged intergalactic, John Biscello, lyricism, poem, Poetry, song, Stars, the final frontier
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Ode to West Wind II
History, written by the wingless, selling secondhand feathers to falsify flight’s truest course; turn a sharp eye to the sun, Birds of Paradise, arc, plein air, to claim in transit the legends of west wind.
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Tagged creation, dreams, John Biscello, legend, myth, reality, shamanism, soul, spirit
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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 bleeds a fugitive overlap, i.e, where exactly does the queenly orb of … Continue reading
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Tagged amen, fracture, girl, gospel, John Biscello, love, moon, mystery, poem, prayer, romance
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Dawnsong, or William Blake 5.0
We are the mythmakers and shapeshifters, the water threads unraveling foam under the bridge that knows its lofty tether to sky as part of ancestral bind and the dead honed to be risen; we, the Drummer’s flat, furied palms seeding … Continue reading
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Tagged dawn, John Biscello, love, mystic, mythicism, poem, prophecy, romanticism, spirit
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Devotional
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, God, gratitude, John Biscello, Light, poem, remember, reverence, soul, spirit
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Sate
Excepting the lines, a sated merger, bonding human to divine. (Constantin Brancusi’s “Kiss”)
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Tagged Brancusi, embrace, haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, man and woman, passion, poem, sculpture
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Likeness
slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, erotic, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sex, spirit
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Visitation
Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading
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Tagged dignity, eternal, grace, John Biscello, love, poem, soul, spirit, wisdom, wise woman
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