Runoff, or, Here There Be Tigers

Posted on July 22, 2018 by John Biscello

My desire,

running the length

of corridors, unwitnessed,

untouched, smoldering

in resident ancient bake–

Here there be tigers,

clawing at the sun’s

scorching midriff,

gutting the fame

from light,

until there is

no longer

any difference

between molten blood

and golden dust,

here there be angels,

purpling

and interlocked

in God’s double image

of cherish,

engendered by words

running wildly off.

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 two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, 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 johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.

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7 Responses to Runoff, or, Here There Be Tigers

erroneouschoices says:

July 22, 2018 at 1:40 pm

This is not just liked but loved, yet there’s no love button, it’s among my all time favorites.

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- John Biscello says:
  
  July 22, 2018 at 1:41 pm
  
  There IS a love button, there MUST be 🙂 Thank you, Dude Fred.
  
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  - erroneouschoices says:
    
    July 22, 2018 at 1:51 pm
    
    Well. Not on WordPress.
    
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  - John Biscello says:
    
    July 22, 2018 at 1:51 pm
    
    Duly noted.
    
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- John Biscello says:
  
  July 22, 2018 at 1:44 pm
  
  Just wondering: have you ever read the collected letters between Anais Nin and Henry Miller? They range from intensely philsophical to intensely sexual, and many moods between. Read em years ago, but just popped into my mind.
  
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  - erroneouschoices says:
    
    July 22, 2018 at 1:48 pm
    
    Yes! I have one of my most favorite things ever ever. It’s what made me love him too!
    
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  - erroneouschoices says:
    
    July 22, 2018 at 1:49 pm
    
    I’ve read it lots 😶😳 lol
    
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