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What would it be like
to immerse fully
in glory-be,
the phoenix
scatting heraldic
firewalk bop
through a veil of scattered ashes,
a sound bath
comprising a plasmic cake
of purple bubbles
and mint slather,
what would it be like
to dissolve swimmingly
into a dance beyond distance
and worldly concerns,
as you flirt with Eternity’s
starriest fox,
a pinwheeling conglomerate
of molecules, dreams and dust,
spelling out the bones of love,
its play-siege,
in a necklace of smoldering cursive,
what would it feel like
to trespass freely,
to grasp the liquidy Gorgon tresses
of the numinous,
the manifold tentacles
of nightsong,
as you swing wildly
to a ballroom blitz
of pure unfettered harmony,
held batingly aloft
between one spiraling breath
and the next?

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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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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