Satyr’s Dreamlife

Posted on November 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Even with ten thousand

electric tongues

I could not have reached that one spot,

that pinking chamber

and embedded source of ache

which reminded me

time and again

of my own intimate relationship

to distance,

and how I’d binge on empty space

like a Zen cannibal

with a bloodlust for the sate

and sweet tease of nothing,

how I’d enter you,

to find me, alone,

dreaming of the deepest

most impossible pinks

by which to merge

immeasurably.

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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