The Emperor’s New Robe

Posted on November 9, 2016 by John Biscello
What may, in the bristling long run,
turn out to be a hooded blessing
in disguise; that is, Hubris,
Ego and Arrogance, as sickled
agents of corrosion, Greek in scope
and epic cinema,
turn an Emperor’s new robe
into a naked showing
of divided parts
ripe for sowing.
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Symmetry

Posted on November 8, 2016 by John Biscello
It is only
when you learn
how to tango like a crab
along the sea’s mirrored edge,
that language, as master
to its own silence, hastens
words to dance
with the symmetry
of intent.
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Homecoming

Posted on November 8, 2016 by John Biscello
Listening to the dark
for years on end,
the slow and vested
maturation of a writer’s craft
and homecoming.

 

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Rose in Winter

Posted on November 7, 2016 by John Biscello
Inherent
is this basking fragility
which announces the wild rose,
bending devoutly to kiss the earth,
as shadow to first love,
mighty in its lasting yearn
and abandon.
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Aria for Two Voices

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello
It was perfect
in that our distances
mirrored one another’s
fragile attempts for
lasting intimacy,
and in reaching
we were guaranteed
to come up empty
yet singing.

 

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Fort

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello
It has become my last refuge,
a solitary outpost
upon which
the broken bit of sun
seared into my palm,
mirroring stigmata,
has given my name
as refutable evidence
and signature.
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Unbound

Posted on November 4, 2016 by John Biscello
Dancing on the lighted rim
of fasting hours,
cased within this borrowed
corpse, savvy and perishable,
and rigged to fade,
I bless my ghost,
in advance,
as it cedes to claim
a future plot without
my name to bind
its course.

 

 

 

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello
stars
She, bidden
by valid tense,
unhooked a claim of stars,
and lighted her grief,
inverting the symmetry
of arc.
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Wacipedia

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello
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It is now commonly accepted
that Abraham Lincoln did not
hunt vampires nor deliver
the Gettysburg Address with
the intent of impressing
his wife, Mary Todd Lincoln.
He did, though, invent the Town Car
in the year 1865, though he would not
get to see it fly
until after his death.
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Pop Culture

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello
dylan
It is a little known
fact that the year
in which the plague
was invented was
the same year
in which Bob Dylan
won the Nobel Prize
for Literature.
When pressed for comment
on either the plague
or his groundbreaking achievement,
Dylan, with scaled economical
precision, responded: Two birds,
one stone.
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