Come Wander With Me

Through grotesquely chapped lips, Bert whistled a bright tune, and managed to keep whistling with melodious tenacity as he and George walked.
What’s that tune?
I don’t know. Something I heard a long time ago.
It’s nice Bert real nice. And the fact that you’re whistling at all . . . my hat’s off to you.
George doffed his derby.
Bert continued whistling.
The two men walked.
Behind them, the toxic oasis, the Bird Woman, the town square, the monkeychildren, the stone trees, the hooded dead, yet none of it seemed real, or rather relevant episodes in the continuity of their blind migration. Those were fugitive spectral imprints from a series of dreams with no central dreamer at its axis, no governing entity to verify the images as viable, or hold them accountable for their claims to reality. Once upon a time was a paradox with no matching equivalents, and now . . . now, here they were, at present, the movement of bodies abused by the elements, Bert whistling a tune whose origins he couldn’t place, George relishing the sweetness of that tune, and what lay ahead of them the metronomic torment of nothing nothing nothing nothing, at one point Bert ceased his whistling to muse—How much nothing can a man take? then he immediately resumed whistling because that was one way to battle or divert or cover up the masticating saw-teeth of nothingness.
Then, something.
A crossroads.

Photo of Bert Williams and Geroge Walker

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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