There is nothing
to order or arrange,
nothing to worry about.
No explanations required.
Dry logic and tortured rationale
can be set aside. At least for a little while.
Try it.
You see, everything rhymes
in this letterless alphabet of sorcery,
this bottomless soup of jazz
and numinous symmetry of what-nots.
Once upon a time, words were magic
in the commonest slant of praises and deeds,
they were their own beings,
bearing the innate gifts of shape-shifting
and alchemical craft,
words were this, and these,
and paradise was the unsigned play-child
of language and silence.
It’s a matter of letting yourself
and growing brokenly intimate
with the air
that holds you
in rhymed and marvelous

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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