Triptych for Edie Sedgwick

Too many small hours
pimped out to wraiths on parade–
Heart, in real time, breaks. 
Make me an offer,
they shoot pretty girls, don’t they?
Leave haunting to me. 
Baby, forget the petals,
we’ll feed you thorns,
you’ll be like Jesus Christ
in black tights,
a superstar in dark eye shadow,
Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded
the world will adore you–
What do you say?
Will you sign?
Sure, sure, blood is fine. 

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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