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spoken word

Spoken Word

Untimely I pray it comes
Yet the Grave seems
To pop up at the worst times
Tapping its watch
With a hurrying gesture
When you reach
The best part of your dreams

(Just) Like that, the sequins
Disco ball and stage
Mics unplug and
All the players shuffle a safe distance
So that you, and only you
Will become legend in
They compose your final song
As you exit through that long
Hallway tinted air swirling
the Grave at your heels
Its diminuendo


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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 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.

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