Finite Set Of Steps
Poem Deeply so you may tell yourself of love Of other worlds Awestruck, being only the thing You can claim to have hit Accuracy never the strong suit Matching with those shoes Color...
Author: Lord Bison
Don’t Even (Try It)
Sprint ahead and rattle a few cages You’ll get more than bargained for At first glance parakeets only Appear to be uncomfortable Really they appreciate the Break in time sliding both its Hands up...
Ex-Girlfriend
Free Form Poetry Something you take for granted Shines brighter on someone else’s doorstep Makes you want to get it back The light dims — you’re fooled. The party sounds tap your feet,...
The Old Skyline
Spoken Word I was caught out red-handed The backs of my hands Stained with the drops of logic Since following the worst my city Had to offer All of sudden, the horizon and skyscrapers...
Untitled – Parameters of Instruction
Teach me something Go on Feeling the mode underneath Fingers you wrapped around The problem you dealing with Now All of a sudden it’s all Heavy? Shit is all heavy Now the music’s too...
Try To Sit
Unless you’ve got the best trap for me to escape then the last time full thoughts finish their breakfast will be the night you go hungry taste what we left behind is it to...
Blank Face
The smile slips just a bit after days after I ply for another side of the truth you insisted in between sips of coffee in the morning; before heading out the door to brunch...
Experiment – The Lower Back
Spoken Word Tales, I win. Tails, you guess. Taels; we each take a look at the smog-lined horizon and wonder at the golden palaces hidden in the murky but glorious past; but only for...
Experiment – Left Eye Operation
The muscles around this eye cause the last thing to be said to come out as a question mark – the lazy visit the pupils dole out to the corners of the sockets (the...
Atropos Leaves Her Lover Behind
Spoken Word Wondering when she can’t do things erase The lead streaks remind One of the empty parking Lot that we went to — the hill underneath The tires matched how Still we were...
Follow The Despot
Challenging, tingling rows of leather boots tramp down your skin – not for lack of knowledge of what’s about to end Harmony in the flag’s submissive, limp dance in the wind a sorry whimsical...
