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.

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; 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 produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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7 Responses to Runoff, or, Here There Be Tigers

  1. erroneouschoices's avatar 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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