Stir

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
mask bones
Scraping grave remnants,
the woman’s canceled bones stir–
You will know my name.
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Parity

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
marilyn warhol
Autopsy report
for all tomorrow’s parties–
Death breeds parity.
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Net

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
man ray
Naked, net value
of a girl’s dreamless longing–
Musing upon loss.
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Braid

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
man ray
Drizzle of clear beads,
perfect climate for daybreak–
Silence braids our grief.
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Mae West

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
Mae
No bodice to bind
heaving glow and talon’s wit–
she lit up the screen.
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Proof

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello
lynchtown
Twinning, to ravel
frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert–
Proof, to no avail.
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Pour

Posted on September 14, 2017 by John Biscello
lust
Pouring slow, hot gold
into a mortal embrace–
Touch melts near to grace.
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Fire

Posted on September 14, 2017 by John Biscello
lulu II
She, aflame, tarries
to abet silent slow burn–
Fire cannot be claimed.
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Lulu

Posted on September 14, 2017 by John Biscello
c. 1925: Louise Brooks
By slow wintry turns,
she burned silver into stock–
Lulu’s lasting surge.
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Moonless

Posted on September 14, 2017 by John Biscello
louise brooks III
Room temperature,
Winter’s digits plunge deep–
Dark, the moonless dream.
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