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Tag Archives: poem
Summer Song
At the edge of a remote island, (sirens in the distance) modeling jigsaw scars, cracked veins, and an oily sheen, a fast fade dream, a scorched mirage, occurs every evening like clockwork. Walter, jangling his bell, shouting: Good Humor Man, … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bliss, Brooklyn, gospel, ice cream, John Biscello, Literary, poem, street corner, summer, walter the ice cream man
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Venus Infers
Withholding, with intent, for so very very long, the mouth like moth to flame engaged the key to its lock, while the eyes watched her lover, bearing the scripted burn, drop to his knees, modeling a biblical take on crush.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged erotic, John Biscello, key, Literary, lock, noir, poem, Poetry, shadow, venus
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New York, New York
The skyscraper quartet of ladies peaking eyecandy to airshow, arches a vintage and puckered valentine to a city in love with its meteoric rise and call.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ballerinas, John Biscello, manhattan, New York, new york in the 20s, photograph, poem, Poetry, postcard, skyscraper, vintage
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Kiss/Sing
It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celluloid, Cinema, film strip, John Biscello, kissing, love, movie, poem, Poetry
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The Last Laugh
After having rejected him night after night, in what had become an agonized shtick and ritual of unrequited love, Colombine turned away one last time, Pierrot’s parting gag performed for a backwoods audience of trees, grass, air, and a moon, … Continue reading
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Tagged clown, colombine, commedia dell' arte, hanged pierrot, italy, John Biscello, love, pierrot, poem, Poetry, sad clown
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A Small Thing
It is a small thing, small matter, and yet, magnificent, profound, terrifying, yes, terrifying. She is now responsible for this thing, this love, her love has assumed a shape, a form, and it lies there, sleeping, not too far removed from … Continue reading
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Tagged birth detail, gregory crewdson, John Biscello, love, mother, poem, Poetry, son
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Ceremony
The nibbling of the croissant, the bandolier of pearls, the dark sunglasses matching the dark elegant dress, the stylishly coiffed hair, all of it, agreed upon, in advance, the fragile means to meeting herself, serene, supple, undisturbed, in a window … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged audrey hepburn, breakfast at tiffany's, Cinema, film, holly golightly, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, s, tiffany's, truman capote
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Cakewalk
The day the plastic bride and groom came to life and climbed down from their three-tier wedding cake, tracking footprints of vanilla frost onto the carpet of the living room, which came with a matching couch and recliner, floral-print curtains, an … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged domestic, family, John Biscello, Literary, marriage, photo, poem, tv
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Volume by White
The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, cicada, John Biscello, Literary, painting, poem, singapore, song of cicada, volume
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TV
Light, a beacon in a fish-bowl. It was the only channel Bobby received at night after his parents went to sleep, after his vision adjusted to the warning signals arraigned in silence.
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Tagged fugue, haunted, John Biscello, Literary, living room, poem, Poetry, tv
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