Category Archives: Poetry

At Sliver’s End

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

To walk upon this earth is to know an umbrella as the tenderly held religion of farewells, to slow-dream the mystery of purple as a moistened letting of time sliver by pooling sliver.

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Mercy Mercy Me

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some time-tested facts: 1. Every shadow courts its own double, its own set of fractures.   2. Make-up, and its composite symmetry of masks turn, at day’s end, to sidereal flakes of ash.   3. Your true face was printed … Continue reading →

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This is Only a Jest

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Beatitude, resigned to solemn inbreeding, refers to the plastic gospel of the fool at play, its solitude parallel to fresh grafitti tagged on white walls for an audience cataleptically torn between vagrancy and faith.

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Cadenza

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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Funky Monk Live

Posted on March 14, 2019 by John Biscello

Video clips from the Arclight book launch at Studio 107-B in Taos, NM (3/12/19). Performing “Funky Monk” w/ Ben Wright on the bass.

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Bird

Posted on March 12, 2019 by John Biscello

Haiku in honor of Charlie Parker’s death-day (March 12th) Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.

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Kerouac

Posted on March 12, 2019 by John Biscello

Happy birthday (March 12th), Jack Kerouac! My poem from Arclight honoring the man behind the mythical scrolls. When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. … Continue reading →

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The Smoking Bluebird

Posted on March 10, 2019 by John Biscello

In honor of Charles Bukowski on his death-date, March 10th. Bluebird in his heart, caught in the cross-hairs of vice– Fuck pretty, sing life.

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Seven Ways of Looking at a Starry Horse

Posted on February 27, 2019 by John Biscello

A poem written in response to Izumi Yokoyama’s “Wild Horse,” for an upcoming ekphrasis event. 1. The cosmos has no time for serious thought. Only horseplay, amorphic in a milkbath of dark matter. 2. Horse. A noun fashioned from the symmetry … Continue reading →

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Henry Valentine Miller

Posted on February 14, 2019 by John Biscello

Because his middle name was Valentine, a V-Day tribute poem to that “boy from Brooklyn,” Mr. Henry Valentine Miller,  from my book Arclight. Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spray paint … Continue reading →

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