Lotus

Posted on September 13, 2017 by John Biscello
lotus-pond
Lotus, by riot
and symphony, seeds new nodes–
Music clones itself.
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Scour

Posted on September 13, 2017 by John Biscello
lost
To scour ruins,
mirrors bind the darkest glare–
She will betray you.
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Possession

Posted on September 13, 2017 by John Biscello
lost highway
Possession breeds claws,
foreshortened, to grasp at straws–
Nature turning tricks.
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Lord Byron

Posted on September 12, 2017 by John Biscello
Lord_Byron
Fretting noble cause,
the starry heart lays rogue siege–
I, seed of Legion
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Red

Posted on September 12, 2017 by John Biscello
lodge
Never before seen
footage of lives dreamed in red-
set fire to curtains.
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Elizabeth Taylor

Posted on September 12, 2017 by John Biscello
liz taylor
Within budding nymph,
feline arching to court grace–
fate of Beauty’s press.
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Secret

Posted on September 11, 2017 by John Biscello
lips
How the secret falls,
from bowed lips modeling noir–
Night calls burn slowly.

 

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Cask

Posted on September 11, 2017 by John Biscello
lighted window
Sundered veil, alight,
lamp’s rounded eye grazing warmth–
Window casking soul.
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Found

Posted on September 11, 2017 by John Biscello
light

Yoko Ono

Notes from underground,
written by future-self, now–
once was lost, now found.
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Roar

Posted on September 10, 2017 by John Biscello
LIFE in the 20s
Teeth of a bandsaw,
roaring through grist for the mill–
Stories make warm ghosts.
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