Divisive Misnomer

Spoken Word, race poem

Spoken Word

 

In a race, do you look left or right?
Do you look up to mark your distance
From the sun on the ground to where
you are?

Does the glare spurn your glances
As do the other sprinters to either side
While the dirt churns beneath eager
Soles carrying hearts, sweat
To the bridal chamber of the finish line?

In a race, do all consider themselves part
Of a whole or apart from the rest
Ways to say, among other things
‘We first, we belong — this finish line
Tells us so’
Under heel, common ground’s
Truths are muted
‘Neath the sound of thundering
Roars for victory each heard
From the dreams of a finish line
That divides us

Or do you look ahead?

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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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