Lady Clare

Posted on September 8, 2017 by John Biscello
lady clare
Forlorn, as if the lake
rose to meet the moon halfway,
as if light on petals, mourned.
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Gold

Posted on September 8, 2017 by John Biscello
klimt fulfilled
Vertigo in gold,
soul baited aloft, unmoored–
sleep rounded with dreams.
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Jack Kerouac

Posted on September 8, 2017 by John Biscello
kerouac1
The sea of white noise
fathoming secret wavelengths–
scribe tuned to angels.
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Kenko

Posted on September 8, 2017 by John Biscello
kenko
Idleness transcribed,
reaping calm in the storm’s eye–
monk’s vane for climate.
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Franz Kafka

Posted on September 8, 2017 by John Biscello
kafka
Anxiety’s veil,
torn to shreds in the ether–
abyss staring back.
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Henry and June

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello
June
Regarding Henry,
he made of our wreckage, fuel–
June burned in the fire.
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James Joyce

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello
joyce
Volumes of silence
bearing the heft of language–
Exile’s homecoming.
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Jean Rhys

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello
jean rhys
Wired for night-walks,
she stalked words with feline poise–
Good morning, midnight.

 

 

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Swing

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello
jazz age
After the deluge,
the horns lost their bright voices–
Swing low, sweet chariot.
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Total Eclipse

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello

jack cuckoo II

Courtship between worlds,
Love’s ravels tethered to smoke–
Dream eclipses burn.
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