Do This; Thing

poem about lust

Poem

 

Okay non sequitur
The eyes really do contain a sliver
Of soul
No, no recant at this point is poor form
Shows that your manners slink away when the going gets rough, like the shadow before the dawn
That’s no fair play it straight
Cockeyed references to Freud’s
Biased prophecies make me the hero
Lusting after my own, closest fears
So when you look please, help me
Look back
That way, subject changes come with
More weight

 

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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.
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