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Eye of the Tongue

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

Will I run out of words before her mouth reaches mine and exhumes my distance? Tongues are such funny bridges.

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Ceremony

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

At heart, in this commonest prolonged seance, ceremony to praise the ghostlight of our given stars, to raise the living and dead, beloved, such sweet mortal perish, this side of paradise, wisping away.  

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Icarus by Any Other Name

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

I have imagined her from every possible angle have painted skies with her needlepoint rain and am now defying gravity and leaving behind my body derelict and wasted on the sublime felonies of sunkissed air and singed feathers.

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Patriot Acts, or,The Coming of Democracy

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

She was a liberal, except when she went down on me, or I on her, and everything was politics-free and equal between united fronts and sexes.

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Kite

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

My desire to feel God is the same as the child’s dreamlipped desire to kiss the red kite bobbing and arcing far and away tethered to his wrist a wordless prayer given over to wind and sky.

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Crush

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There was pillowtalk in her eyes, underscored by her mouth’s bated languour; Sundays curled in her lap with feline ease, slow jazz dreams on holiday, whiskered softly between her thighs and pinkest belly; she wanted nothing to do with volume … Continue reading →

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Bare

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

She cried, guttural, the slit in her pillowcase harboring years of unheld yesses and scented missives; find me here, destitute, sunproofed, the girl of bare knees and forgotten dreams.

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Tread Softly

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to Ice Cream

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Perfection, this life’s greatest untruth and maligner, see how ice cream summer-melts and runs like happy magma down the ridged wonders of a waffle cone clutched by a child like an edible prayer destined to disappear, one bite at a … Continue reading →

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Intergalactica

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

It is impossible to live up to the lyrical, its angelmarked bendings of antenna, and sonic proofs, to nestle in the hollows of pitch, half-bird, half-wraith, attempting the almighty bait and switch, to con the heavens into granting you a … Continue reading →

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