Category Archives: Uncategorized

In Bated Response to Oxygen for A Sort of Love Song

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

How wonderful it is to have your breath, seized and arrested, to have your barest bloom subjected to the solvency of cherish.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Oxygen for a Sort of Love Song

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

Love, as a true bloom and pulsing grist, and not just mutiny, opiate in its seize and grip, should, at day’s end, allow you to breathe easier, lungs rooming with heart, space, carved out of ceaseless flow, respiring toward growth, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Note to Self

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

Words, the right ones, ripe and engorged, outgrow the necessary dark inside you and, abiding the laws of catch and release, demand light, air, voice. Beware atrophy, the root killer, and do not leave language, ingrown, unattended.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Gravity

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Waltz

Posted on May 12, 2018 by John Biscello

On the night God went topless, and the nephilim performed a burlesque of Carmen, or perhaps it was the Wizard of Oz, the girl with the frosted tulips in her hair, and love song in her head, turned off the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Daughter, Mother

Posted on May 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Perigee

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

It cannot be held in tongues, the veering arc of this perigee, ice-hot moon, rounded, throbbing to full, lightly crushing the sea’s glittering fount of lace.          

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Still Life w/ Selfie

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

  How I, my ego-fiend-self, craves and wishes and desires to take ultimate credit for the words and poems attaching themselves to their mortal host, John Biscello, thinly grafted to his signature and persona, but deep down I understand all … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Votive

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

There she is, luscious votive to my jagged script, contours engaged to flesh out missive, sealed in hot wax, lightly scented.    

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Source

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments