Demonstration

spoken word poetry

Poem

 

Ink black
Forward, for my taste
Sitting on the outside of a brim
Forgotten in the pleasantries
Dimming the space
Drum along in time
Music a picture
More so a timing rhythm
Along her spine
A jazz club
Hair pomade
Flourish at the end
Quartet takes a five-minute break

 

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photograph by Antoine Beauvillain

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. http://www.lbisonartist.com

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