I am
the foster child
of rampant insular lyricism.
In it
I was raised wild
and came meekly to regard the moon
as a shotgun blast
from the mouth of eternity.
I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid,
blood being a magnificent lure and cakewalk
for werewolves on the prowl.
My pupils enlarge at the sight
of unremembered lyrics, wounded, bluesy,
coming out of the woods
to find suitable placement.
I am, left behind myself,
a scorched earth child of second winds
and orphaned nonsense—
birth being a terribly continuous ordeal
of outgrowing origins.
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About John Biscello
Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001.
He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.