Honeycomb

The deep bass drum
of laughter,
a resounding prayer,
no more forgetting
who I am,
the well of memory
has been stirred,
and my bones,
in turn,
have been dared to splinter,
the cracks between worlds,
widening, inviting me
to overdose on dusk,
and kiss the dew-slipped
faces
of all the fresh flowers
wilding
from my dawnstruck
whirl
and desire
to undress light,
one honeycombed shimmer
at a time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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2 Responses to Honeycomb

  1. One honeycombed shimmer at a time. 😍 I love that
    With my Pac-Man eyes

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