Waiting for the Punchline

The mind,
locked in Time’s vice-grip,
operating as a splicer
and instrument of quartering
and dissection,
as if there really were
isolated strips
amounting to calendar-flipped years—
1923, 1932, 1974, 1980, 1999—
as if Time were somehow real
and not just the shadows of a convenient disguise
calculated to cover up the numberless
and unbroken continuum of NOW,
and the truth is, we both perish and persist
as manic glimmers within every moment,
same as we cryogenize the specious history
of bones slotted for future sowing.

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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