Tag Archives: Poetry

Unbound

Posted on November 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Dancing on the lighted rim of fasting hours, cased within this borrowed corpse, savvy and perishable, and rigged to fade, I bless my ghost, in advance, as it cedes to claim a future plot without my name to bind its … Continue reading →

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Pop Culture

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is a little known fact that the year in which the plague was invented was the same year in which Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. When pressed for comment on either the plague or his groundbreaking … Continue reading →

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Faust

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading →

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Hale

Posted on October 20, 2016 by John Biscello

To sharpen one’s teeth against solvent pages and grated silence is the bite in the air the old poets crowed about, and the wind saliently scales, as if reverse were a condition and not Memory fasting into childhood’s hale.

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Mantra

Posted on October 20, 2016 by John Biscello

Hurry Slowly was the tictoc mantra of the one-armed photographer, Josef Sudek, who praised and made lasting secret love to his Muse and ghost-veiled bride, Prague, vowing his fugitive eye to her and her alone.

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Yes

Posted on October 19, 2016 by John Biscello

It is those, in writing, who quietly almost sublimely say fuck you & yes while trafficking, with fierce row, in silence whom I most admire.

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Where is He?

Posted on October 17, 2016 by John Biscello

On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading →

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Map

Posted on October 17, 2016 by John Biscello

Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.

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Shudder

Posted on October 16, 2016 by John Biscello

Bracing the slide angle, where powerlessness begets a rim, a fingerhold at best. We play on, ordering encrypted light on dark notes, braving blights and chronic fade, we bless, jointly, by shudder and pale, with gospel caulking the sudden seams.

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