Monthly Archives: March 2019

Baudelaire the Symbolist

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Charlie, you grim fuck, you pissed on flowers to kiss Beauty’s soiled perfume.

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Lunacy

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

i found god buddha einstein mother mary and winnie the pooh in the very air that asks balloons to hold their breath as a testimony to the lore of attraction and cherish.

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(Sub)Missive

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

The lore of missive keeps writers minds on their hearts as they freehand scratches into the purling skin of history’s feted edges.

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Mission Impossible

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Existential lessons from a girl named Alice– The secret door that is concealed behind a curtain and is smaller than you are is usually the best possible option when walking dream-first into the allegedly impossible.

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At Sliver’s End

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

To walk upon this earth is to know an umbrella as the tenderly held religion of farewells, to slow-dream the mystery of purple as a moistened letting of time sliver by pooling sliver.

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Mercy Mercy Me

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some time-tested facts: 1. Every shadow courts its own double, its own set of fractures. 2. Make-up, and its composite symmetry of masks turn, at day’s end, to sidereal flakes of ash. 3. Your true face was printed … Continue reading →

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This is Only a Jest

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Beatitude, resigned to solemn inbreeding, refers to the plastic gospel of the fool at play, its solitude parallel to fresh grafitti tagged on white walls for an audience cataleptically torn between vagrancy and faith.