Tag Archives: John Biscello
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 … Continue reading
A marriage of masks, turning silence to warm farce– neither slept soundly.
Envy of petals upon the lips of raindrops– perishable tryst.
So much depends upon a blue horse and dawn’s first light– dream-reign of poets.
Under new ownership, Heaven changed its policies– blue angels allowed.
This road, for how long? Blossoms give up the ghost, fall with no dreams clinging.
Carl Sagan curates a silent film revival– stardust memories.
Fasten your leanest prayers to the sweater-sleeves of a woman matching vespers to nocturnes with the grace of a pagan priestess no pulpit needed.
True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.
His pitch in six words– Transgender Caligari, hipsters will love it.