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Tag Archives: poem
Cosmic Lay Slick astronomy, moonlight drips between her thighs– The lay of space, mine.
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Tagged cosmos, haiku, longing, poem, Poetry, throbbing
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Speakeasy
Dreams are like speakeasies for the soul. A secret password so you can enter, unchecked moral boundaries allowing you to trespass and indulge freely in the vagrant and illicit, after hours pressing of bootleg vinyl that places scorched scarabs in … Continue reading
In Wonder
As long as there are little girls with heart-shaped glasses who are out there, among the blackbirds and dandelions, generously unwinding string like floating rivers of silk, as they put their butterfly-beating hearts into the flying of a kite on … Continue reading
Flashpoint
Don’t you see, you young foolish headstrong man you, only when the separation between subject and object dissolves, only then will you know the passive, panting worth of the world, betrothed as phantom bride to every intuitive seed planted, where … Continue reading
Hard Candy
Childhood. Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and that hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time I am unaware of its presence, but then something will shift and I … Continue reading
Mainline
In these parts, we mainline moonglow. It’s what we do. It’s our thing. We shoot moonglow directly into our veins and our blood becomes gospel as we start to sing hallelujah and glory-be— We dream daytime dreams of phoenixes burning … Continue reading
On the Nature of Daydreaming
In America, daydreaming is fast becoming an anachronism, and endangered species, with its habitats being destroyed, and its numbers in the wild decreasing at an alarming pace. Which raises the question– What would daydreaming’s extinction mean in relation to the … Continue reading
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Tagged daydreaming, endangered species, John Biscello, poem, ponderance
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Root Cause
The offshoots of roots spread everywhere under your feet. They are the architectural tentacles of a magnificent culture. Ground there. It is the tended prelude to most solid flight plans.
If Angels
It isn’t easy to mend broken wings. It takes time and something else. Ask any angel you see walking down the street weighed down by unspecified cargo, or, those that are touring the backs of their brains in search of … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, being human, dreamtime, healing, John Biscello, poem, symmetry
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