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Beat, Bop & Abstraction

Posted on May 4, 2018 by John Biscello

It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright slashing ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the infantpink tender of palms, forecasting God as a vaudeville dunce … Continue reading →

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Flagrant

Posted on April 24, 2018 by John Biscello

Prayer’s body to rent, exact in flagrant cherish– flesh struck to match, ssssssss.

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Marvel

Posted on April 23, 2018 by John Biscello

As a child, the thinnest greenest wisps of air held tiny totemic figures of me, carved from sheer terror, aloft, and I pretended, o how I pretended to be the biggest strongest bravest boldest of them all, a clown-saint crossing … Continue reading →

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Margin

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Beyond these margins, lies something that is yours, yes, an intimate claim.

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Whet

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

It’s funny how lust secretes its stories through text whetting metaphors.

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Room Service

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Form-fitted to God, the Muse brought in her posse– Room for improvement.

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Palms

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.

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Jean Rhys

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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Lucy

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Renegade angel, pissing golden light, to be obscene not herded.

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Pearl

Posted on April 19, 2018 by John Biscello

She came from the sea, she came to marvel the pearl’s pinkest let to grieve.

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