Shuffle

Posted on September 18, 2017 by John Biscello

 

mask IV

Rigged shuffle to bare,
Love being not blind but masked–
Pair of hearts, folding.
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Chrysalis

Posted on September 18, 2017 by John Biscello
mask III
Static radiance
engraved on glass chrysalis–
Deep dreams speak volumes.
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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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