Joe Bisicchia Poems
|1.||Drips It Down||10/14/2016|
|3.||All Shook Up||10/14/2016|
|4.||We Hold On||10/14/2016|
|5.||Picnic On A Monday In May||10/14/2016|
|6.||Tree In The Forest||10/16/2016|
|9.||Shape And Form||10/16/2016|
|10.||Song Of The Mime||10/16/2016|
|12.||Soles At The Hearth||11/19/2016|
|13.||The Incredible Shrinking Man||12/29/2016|
|15.||Trees Can Fly||1/26/2017|
|18.||Sounds Like Home||6/5/2017|
|20.||Fairmount Park, Philadelphia||11/4/2017|
Comments about Joe Bisicchia
I know Isaiah Zeker,1909-1921.
Quick math. Kid was 12 when he gained his stone.
He's been buried for, what, let me think,
my math ain't great, a lot of years,
or about as long as I could think.
Acourse, he and I, we never did meet. Fishly, I mean.
Pass him as I walk down the street. He ain't alone.
There's a Floyd Smith,1866-1906, a baby named Joan.
But as for Isaiah, we share hellos as I walk to school.
Nothing spooky at all, in fact, really quite actually cool.
Gives me advice. Once we even ...
We Hold On
Life can be
a balance beam,
on a bouncing leaf,
but we'd have it no other way
in our rainy jungle,
you and me.
Together, we are rare