Outsourcing

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello
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The woman, smiling,
gave her man one more reason
to feel endangered.
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Icarus by Any Other Name

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello
icarus
Embers of a flight,
it wasn’t rocket science–
Maybe next time, kid.

 

(Artwork by Matisse)
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Dinner Date from Hell

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello
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They take, and they don’t take lightly–
Vicious cycles sometimes have faces
with barren eyes
and aphid bellies
full of insatiable desire–
Consider the state
of your soul’s diet,
and exorcise regularly.
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Gray Matter

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello
hound
While waiting for the bus
that stopped running
many years ago
the empty bench dreamed
of a world where people
still had time to sit
and drift along in reveries
that led nowhere
slowly.
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Patterning

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello
harlequin
Strains of lunacy,
befalling poets and clowns–
Homesick for the moon.

 

(Artwork by Cezanne)
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The Wash

Posted on April 17, 2019 by John Biscello
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It is not her grief
but ours, seeking pure outlet
beyond mortal scars.
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Georgia

Posted on April 17, 2019 by John Biscello
georgia
It was exact, and inflamed,
her relationship to the line,
to the geometry of tension
and its stringent brood–
Craft
demands the utmost attention,
which she paid,
by subjecting
the veins of petals
and moon-eaten skulls
to the edges of bristles,
dancing.
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Strip

Posted on April 17, 2019 by John Biscello
film reel
In a whitehot flash,
the map of one’s life exposed–
Many roles, then fade.
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What Don’t You See?

Posted on April 16, 2019 by John Biscello
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No prism.
No idealogy.
No agenda.
Simply–
Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorched
and swallowed by desert,
bones
set to reform
and return
as a wind-knit skeleton
dancing
upon the gouged names
of its freighted oppressors.

 

(Artwork by Egon Schiele)
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Foot to Mouth

Posted on April 16, 2019 by John Biscello

feet

It’s less a fetish
and more of a — I’m sorry,
what was I saying?
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