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Tag Archives: haiku
Flophouse
Love, the ultimate flophouse, the dogged prayer-bin, where you swap scars and hopes and soiled dreams pressed to the lungs of light, where half-moon fingernails clipped and kept in urns remind you that life is a fleeting sideshow, a strange … Continue reading
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Tagged faith, flophouse, haiku, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, Poetry, romance, ruin
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Breastfed by the Muse, cradled in a green womb, warm– fool of the moon, torn.
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Tagged 1920s, F. Scott Fitzgerald, haiku, Jazz Age, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry, writer
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Auteur
The Rorschach test print of God’s aborted first film– Through the Light, Darkly.
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Tagged auteur, Cinema, film, film strip, God, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry
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Apple
Your future iMate, designed to love, as if fate– Apple’s take on Eve.
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Tagged Apple, femme-bot, future, haiku, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry, robot, Steve Jobs, technology
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Scorn
Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, desert, Egon Schiele, female nude, haiku, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, scorn, woman
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Fellini
Total immersion, world of play, unencumbered– Pan’s blank slate, full.
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Tagged Cinema, director, federico fellini, haiku, John Biscello, movies, pan, poem, Poetry
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John Fante
Full of bright, proud rage, he gave us L.A., unstarred– palms gathering dust.
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Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, haiku, John Biscello, john fante, L.A., los angeles, poem, Poetry
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Floe
The slow dignity of an iceberg’s quiet melt– words preserved in floe.
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Tagged craft, ernest hemingway, floe, haiku, iceberg, iceberg principle, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, writing
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Emily
Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.
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Tagged 19th century, banquet, emily dickinson, God, haiku, John Biscello, mouse, poem, Poetry, spiritual
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Totems
In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.
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Tagged earrings, Edie Sedgwick, factory, Factory Girl, haiku, It Girl, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry
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John Biscello 