Turn

Posted on December 3, 2018 by John Biscello
How fragile we are,
how marvelous in our turns
to matter, in love.

 

 

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Bask

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello
Every last star
ghosts its own holy rapture–
we, a part of, bask.

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In Stars

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello
Behind starry veils,
embers crackle blue and gold–
You were there, dancing.

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Winter

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello
Dreamed: wine-dark roses
blooming in early winter–
Grief, subject to change.
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Vertigo, Uncut

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello
He understood that to unhook stars
you sometimes had to stand on tall buildings.
Really tall buildings.
Vertigo was reflected back to him, bigtime.

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Game of Chance

Posted on December 1, 2018 by John Biscello
He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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Bike Rally

Posted on November 30, 2018 by John Biscello
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At childhood’s wild edge,
play as the sacred totem–
No license required.
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Hansel’s Primal Urges

Posted on November 30, 2018 by John Biscello
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A house in the woods,
rumors of a shapely witch–
The risk of foreplay.
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Confidentially Speaking

Posted on November 30, 2018 by John Biscello
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Who, what, where and when,
stories love lighted windows
at night, plot thickens.
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A Theater Near You

Posted on November 30, 2018 by John Biscello
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Angels sacrifice
the molten blood of their light
to make still life films.
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