Tag Archives: Poetry

Beat, Bop & Abstraction

Posted on August 12, 2016 by John Biscello

It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the soft pink center of palms, on and on and on, fugitive … Continue reading →

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Bedsores

Posted on July 31, 2016 by John Biscello

In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue.

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Meaning of the Mob

Posted on July 28, 2016 by John Biscello

The Meaning of the Mob. I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of physics— or the clotted swarm wallforming brick by brick, a mosaic pattern. Pick a number, any number, it’s a given. A given what, … Continue reading →

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Torch Song

Posted on July 7, 2016 by John Biscello

The aureate secrets of silence, stuff stars are made from, and us, cocooned in gauzy slumbers, wink and blink and nod till well-scored we become cinders in a torch song, long-since faded.

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Frame-Up

Posted on July 6, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Winter at the Window of my Atelier”) Winter frame-up of god’s run-on fingerprints, evidence of weary sorrow, mounting, unfinished.

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Sunday’s Children

Posted on July 5, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Joe Sorren’s “While the Trucks on the Highway all Howl”) While the trucks on the highway all howl, beneath a milk-bottle sky, Sunday’s children, curious and bulb-headed, lay vigorous claim to Paradise. Non-profit architects, they sit … Continue reading →

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Fugue

Posted on July 4, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Sunday Afternoon on Kolin Island”) The camera’s lucid eye swaddles them in gauze, reverse cocoon effect and causal brakes of a fugue, fast-tracking lives to ashen blanks.

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Wheelbarrow

Posted on June 30, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Contrasts, St. Vitus Cathedral”). Considering the slopes of noble toil and grave matter, so much depends upon a soiled wheelbarrow.

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Mass

Posted on June 30, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “At Church.) jesus christ we applaud your shaded storehouse of yesterday’s cured pulp and no account sins, a meat pack industry at love’s labor’s cost; we, the proud brood of salt and bread, walk … Continue reading →

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Leaf

Posted on June 29, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “From the Window of my Atelier” series) A single leaf, solitary, unattached, at home in space, feral pucker seizing upon glass, a lonely kiss moist to the crunch.

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