Author: Lord Bison
Untitled – The More
Poem Does it matter? It does matter I like a bit of vanilla and nutmeg In my pancakes Flipped once it will take care of you Fluffy reward for being a patient soul...
But Really, (really) Fake
What if you quit? I’ll wait for that answer till doomsday Churchill discussed this topic at length to the bullets and speakeasy-like culture of tyrants but eventually rode high What if you enlisted and...
Save the Kiss for Last
Surreal Poetry A hungry man will never turn away from distractions inviting him to feel full In that way, survival takes on a thrusting Tint serious only regarding a palm’s distance away from the...
Press This Button
All that time it took jeesus search like a sexually frustrated TSA employee and find nothing that’ll stick nothing that denials can’t sing along to Till trouble, embarrassed, pays the bill slinks out and...
A Blank Check
Master list of angst bullet points ricochet in French more common than stars in the sea Sheer height cranes a neck wears down the shoulders for the burden victory useless in the dark and...
Stay In The Present
Wisdom is the Band Aid put on scrapes tumble-downs look mighty painful to the inexperienced the heart is strongest fresh out the package and so goes strain Upsetting world; rainy, divine happenstance teaches best...
Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
Business, The
Shake off the shake off the private times privatize humane acts sell large-scale bigotry hail its seasoned carcass with bits of ground pepper and nuclear ash in a world where presidents get reduced to...
