Cafe

Posted on August 24, 2017 by John Biscello
cafe II
At the time-worn cafe,
the wives gossiped, and realized–
they both wanted out.
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Funny Valentine

Posted on August 24, 2017 by John Biscello
buster III
Bemused, and silent,
yes, my funny valentine,
dreams wilt without love.
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Fairy Tale

Posted on August 24, 2017 by John Biscello
bus hopper
A fugitive spell,
as silence tells a story–
Once upon a time…
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Charles Bukowski

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello
buke reading
Bluebird in his heart,
caught in the cross-hairs of vice–
fuck pretty, sing life.

 

 

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Valentine

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello
brooskie love
Through a glass darkly,
she came, she saw, she conquered–
fury, then silence.
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Wheel

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello
Brooksie shadow
Peter Pan’s shadow
caught in Siren’s timeless wheel–
boys never grow up.
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Louise Brooks

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello
brooksie III
Soul-snatching photo
of a pirate whose looks kill–
eye for an eye.
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Bike

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello
brassai bike
Man, woman, desire,
a lonely bike unmounted–
mist’s inchoate touch.
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Old-Fashioned Romance

Posted on August 22, 2017 by John Biscello

boy-cute-first-kiss-first-love-girl-Favim.com-183422

I will blow air
into your mouth
like this
it’s called a kiss
oh
and I’m holding your collar
right here
just in case
you try to run away
and go play stickball
or something with Billy
because Jilly told me
that’s what boys do
she called it
the cruelty of love
okay now close your eyes
and hold still
perfect

 

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Farce

Posted on August 22, 2017 by John Biscello
bow clown classic
A marriage of masks,
turning silence to warm farce–
neither slept soundly.
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