Category Archives: Poetry

Peter Parker’s Blues

Posted on June 3, 2016 by John Biscello

As a kid I wanted to be you. Swinging, from building to building, across the cityscape, sticking to walls with velcroed hands and feet, no fear of falling, no Icarus complex crippling your confidence in upward mobility.

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Tunnel

Posted on May 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Consider the mole, a small important god, unfettered by dreams of flight or fugitive arcs, gathering briskly the dark into its labor, leveling a dig to assume no chances or saviors

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Arson

Posted on May 27, 2016 by John Biscello

To speak fire these days, to claim desire in a fierce consumptive manner, is no longer a popular notion, no longer in vogue. It is an outworn, outmoded, out-dated form of expression. We know too much, we know too much … Continue reading →

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Out of Blue

Posted on May 26, 2016 by John Biscello

It’s in the eyes. A hard crystal blue, lovely and liquid, charged by a hidden fever wired to the source and its tangled roots. Ancient autumn tree stripped of its skin, nesting psychic lesions that no one can see; at … Continue reading →

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road trip w/ cocorosie

Posted on May 25, 2016 by John Biscello

two sisters, sawed in half at birth, dys membered family roots splintered, offshooting scraps, tatters, shotgun hobbyhorses cruising high noons in dada’s sedan, desert sun bleeding maraschino, while the sisters suctioned to red backseat vinyl, swill acid lemonade from styrofoam … Continue reading →

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Woman Draped in Yellow

Posted on May 24, 2016 by John Biscello

In a state of honeyed repose, her flightless body, a constellation, draped in the sheer cloth of sunlight, as she models hidden grief to witnesses unseen by common sight.

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Slipknot

Posted on May 23, 2016 by John Biscello

She, falling through a slipknot cinched by Grief’s hard hands; He, minding gravity, set a course for two, at dawn’s first light.

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Tango

Posted on May 22, 2016 by John Biscello

Summer, how butterflies tango in upward-moving flux

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Minuet

Posted on May 21, 2016 by John Biscello

Almost dusk. Young unbridled lovers, hands bonded, fingers chaste in a minuet, lying on their backs in the sunspiked grass of the graveyard. The boy whispers something into the girl’s ear, the girl giggles at that something, and then silence, … Continue reading →

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Van Gogh, Wheat Field

Posted on May 18, 2016 by John Biscello

It is what you might call omen-brushed yellow, a virulent scare, its quotient graded just below dark, and subtly so. A sky raining crows, like a scandal of mustaches, or handlebar dissent. Yellow crosses daring a blight, or braving a … Continue reading →

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