It is sudden,

this life,

a billowing pop-up tent

for the quick and the dead.

And how true that,

its frayed denouements of

thread lead you back

and back again

through that labyrinth,

its spool

of yarn

the ravels of your own doing,

but always, always,

there lies in wait

that secret pool,

matched to the latency of your desire

to dive.


Ask the pearl

whose placement

was no accident,

but rather the cause of beckon,

stemming from its innate right

to glisten in the dark.

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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