Martian Lore

The Martians,

in their conscious longevity,

stamped our passports

and immigration documents

long before our legacy of amnesia


and we came to realize

that everything, including our sense of planetary privilege,

has been a sham, a lost man’s desperate invention,

and while some wept and wondered, and wandered with nowhere to go,

others kept right on,

working their jaws religiously,

in chewing stick after stick of savior chewing gum,

which apparently becomes the stickiest stuff on earth

when engaging contact with foreign matters,

and other things true

to the calling of home. 

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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