Brancusi II
Monday, April 1st
Went bowling with George last night.
He refused to pick up the ball,
just stood there, frozen, blank,
his hands rsing toward his ears
in a lullaby clasp
as if he was planning on taking a nap.
Then, in a softly cryptic voice, he told me
that he had been having flashbacks–
another time, another place, another George,
a George-less George who didn’t enjoy
killing time
but rather avoided it like the plague.
I turned away from George,
who had become unfamiliar, strange,
and hurled my ball down the lane,
instantly comforted by the sound of ten pins falling.
Tomorrow night
I think I’ll go bowling with Alan.
He works at Target
and is a video game junkie.
I hope George finds himself again.
For his own sake.

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 Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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