Dreams
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
pressing
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—
Yes,
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.
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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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