are like speakeasies

for the soul.

A secret password

so you can enter,

unchecked moral boundaries

allowing you to trespass

and indulge freely

in the vagrant and illicit,

after hours


of bootleg vinyl

that places scorched scarabs

in the cavities of your ears,

years lived through

in minutes

as time becomes

the plaything of an organ grinder’s

fickle monkey,

and of course, groping,

lots and lots of groping in the dark—


there is much to be said

for dreams as speakeasies

in which the soul comes to know itself,

outside of daylight’s mangled directives

and mass of hanged judgments.

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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