Annul

Posted on April 29, 2016 by John Biscello

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Forgiveness,
gravity’s claim
on cells
duly annulled.
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Wordprey

Posted on April 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Nin

Anais Nin,
draped in a negligee of text–
naked lunch break?
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Brood

Posted on April 29, 2016 by John Biscello

 

white lotus and the seedpods

At the wound’s core,
dark
luscious
ravels
of text,
courting,
inviolate measures,
the fathomless brood
of Beauty’s End.
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Preschool, a Love Story

Posted on April 29, 2016 by John Biscello
cherry
Jilly, aged three, bared her teeth
& bit Jack, four, hard on the arm,
breaking skin &
drawing blood.
Stunned, Jack’s baby blues
ballooned & gaped at Jilly,
bright with malice & glee.
Why Jilly why, Jack cried,
nursing his wound.
Cuz that’s how much
I love you Jack, how much you
there is in me.
As Jilly picked Jack’s skin
from her teeth, Jack’s heart
turned into a pair of flying scissors
& cut Jilly’s hidden paper doll
into a puddle of tiny pieces.
Matching wounds,
with grace & fidelity,
the two lovemates
embarked on their honeymoon
years before they were married.
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Tangle

Posted on April 28, 2016 by John Biscello

sudek, last roses

Grief,
a tangle
of hidden hands
emerging
to bury you standing.
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Cleft

Posted on April 28, 2016 by John Biscello
kiss sing
Kiss,
the clefting of vowels
while she brings your mouth
to praise.
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Bound

Posted on April 28, 2016 by John Biscello
lips
Intimacy,
the skeining of desire,
bound by recourse.
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God’s Word Against Mine

Posted on April 27, 2016 by John Biscello
sudek creative power
And on the eighth day
she was diagnosed an Artist,
and saw that it was good
and fierce and necessary,
and went forth creating
like a madwoman,
rattling gravity shackles
to the din of furor
and crumbling towers
within.
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Running with the Bullshit

Posted on April 27, 2016 by John Biscello

hem drinking

Far end of the bar,
drinkers with writing problems–
It’s Hemingway’s fault.
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Faceblock

Posted on April 27, 2016 by John Biscello
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Jack Kerouac
scrolling his Facebook page–
detours on the road.
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