Tag Archives: Poetry

Woman Draped in Yellow

Posted on May 24, 2016 by John Biscello

In a state of honeyed repose, her flightless body, a constellation, draped in the sheer cloth of sunlight, as she models hidden grief to witnesses unseen by common sight.

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Slipknot

Posted on May 23, 2016 by John Biscello

She, falling through a slipknot cinched by Grief’s hard hands; He, minding gravity, set a course for two, at dawn’s first light.

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Tango

Posted on May 22, 2016 by John Biscello

Summer, how butterflies tango in upward-moving flux

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Minuet

Posted on May 21, 2016 by John Biscello

Almost dusk. Young unbridled lovers, hands bonded, fingers chaste in a minuet, lying on their backs in the sunspiked grass of the graveyard. The boy whispers something into the girl’s ear, the girl giggles at that something, and then silence, … Continue reading →

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Van Gogh, Wheat Field

Posted on May 18, 2016 by John Biscello

It is what you might call omen-brushed yellow, a virulent scare, its quotient graded just below dark, and subtly so. A sky raining crows, like a scandal of mustaches, or handlebar dissent. Yellow crosses daring a blight, or braving a … Continue reading →

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Banana: Love, Andy

Posted on May 17, 2016 by John Biscello

A religious protuberance, a monkey’s Marxist gag. To be eaten, to be peddled, to be inserted or diagnosed, a digestible comic device, precursor to aerial pies and throwaway wives. Banana. As a word, it teases and amuses, does not take … Continue reading →

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Hamlet Responding to Ophelia’s Proposal, a Haiku Film

Posted on May 17, 2016 by John Biscello

(Hamlet, played by Christopher Walken Ophelia, played by Natalie Wood Setting, a boat) To be or not to be together forever!? I feel like a swim. You? BLACKOUT

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Flicker

Posted on May 16, 2016 by John Biscello

(In response to Josef Sudek’s “Morning Viaducts”) Can you hear, the cobbled morning streets gathering in thick coarse hands the staccato clang of hooves and thin gray voices arising from the ghosts of people caught in a sudden sonata? Can … Continue reading →

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Girl in Yellow Raincoat, and Dog

Posted on May 16, 2016 by John Biscello

The rain, like gospel acid, dissolves and revives in equal measures. Parts of girl and dog, melted, weeping off the shallow cliff of curbside. The girl’s features have been washed away by the storm, yet the embryonic portrait of her … Continue reading →

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O’ Keefe, Yellow Flower

Posted on May 15, 2016 by John Biscello

The sex of yellow, its pealed strife and resin. Or how a specter, a sensual crumple and crepe, butter-tongued, makes time with a pair of honeyed tonsils, coercing a holler, a yodel, aria raging blonde over brood, the Belle’s Seduction, … Continue reading →

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