of sound mind and body

bones grinding on. bones grinding. light on light. light on bone on light grinding. give us this day our daily savvy. this how our bodies shape music. make music. no names attached. mapless and hungry and eligible for fractures. bones on light on bones grinding. eligible and sworn we choose this. this together. we choose forward and grated friction. we choose locomotive as the model the example. we grind bone on light while dreaming starry. we feel so far away from home so irreconcilable. we approximate. measure by measure. light on bone. we stink of animal perfume root. burning. me and you and the light before. we bone starry. we do what we can give what we have to make our flesh somehow sacral somehow something remarkable. rememberable. to hell with manners. we vulgar trembling bone on bone and all these curious incidents give us cause. we grow the shapes of our mysteries our waters. now flood. now bone. now light. now percussive slam flow goddamn falling from one of us into the other. one of us into the other. goddamn. this the falling the reciprocity of jazz. us taking turns swapping goddamn. bone to the light flinting sparks and the sense of dream swelling beyond. the universe is so small so vast and we breathe inside its panting catch-all crotch. so very warm. so very snug. we bone light on light. to the edges of words we follow where we cannot go. we go there and bone. this is how we make each other known to each other. our bodies wordless poems. cinema. where the ongoings are chancy lusty forlorn. we of this wordless bent always becoming. one to one is us boning the light becoming. we laugh. the vast majority of us light on light. laughing. grow me where you are wild. grow us into wild children with wild ideas about wild children in a wild blue world unexplored and vast. the sea in your eyes. dawnstar is the color we’ve forgotten. in the beginning dawnstar was all the rage it was the color of the sea and then. replaced by blue green and other colors. i am recovering and rediscovering dawnstar in your eyes. how they change how they laugh. i am indebted to flashes. bones grinding on. bones grinding. light on light.

I am here with you: it is enough.

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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