Author: Lord Bison

Try To Sit 8

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...

Penguin Stare 0

Kill It

Sound Screams Fear postpone charlatan reactions to justice leaping into disastrous victory lies; even the good ones that create a vortex of honey in the pit of your stomach when the getaway is Scott...

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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...

poem on hope 0

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...

poem about moving on 0

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...

poems about revealing yourself 0

Undress

Poem   Oh boy… We have come to this Weather a rose down to its thorns You see something hidden in the lush Notes of the petal’s scent Sharp pain a secondhand prize Awarded...