Cocktail Mixer

It wasn’t her house,

her nightgown, her anything.

And the old woman

in the sun hat

snoring like a phlegmatic breeze—

Who was she?

Existential hangovers

are the worst,

she thought to herself,

as she tried to piece together

hazy fragments

that she hoped would clarify

and amount to a life

resembling her own.

#7 from Untitled Film Poems

Image by Cindy Sherman

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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2 Responses to Cocktail Mixer

  1. boomrx says:

    Hey, I love the poem photo essays. Unique as hell. What comes first, the photo or the poem?

    Like

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