When I splinter,
and I know I will,
blow gently upon the shavings
and dust, and perhaps,
if you are compelled,
trace a line or two,
an abstract doodle,
into the finite grains of my asymmetry,
and in honoring your broken,
I will do the same for you.
The day she traded
her worn cross for a feather
the air kissed the light.
By carnal
I mean
tearing pulpy flesh
from the moon
dipping it in kersosene
then the match
the fire
between your legs
as the sound of sirens
thrill and enlighten us
to the possibilites that
A) We will be saved
or
B) The house will burn down
and reform us into fornicating ghosts–
When you say carnal
what do you mean?
There is a level of insistence,
a shivering drumbeat, that comes with
being who you are, exactly, upon this earth,
fractures and all.
It is the very bones
of existential jazz, its jonesing and felicity,
and the greatest most supple genius lies
in learning to play yourself out,
seeding the art of who you are,
and how you course, into thin air,
practing the scales of a molecular siege
that will always remain an unfinished
marvel in progress.
John Biscello 