Born Blues

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.

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.
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