What Are You Entitled To?
Read me a bed time story
from end to beginning
how the last time anyone ever
Said “shine” and then fade
was before the book was slammed closed
higher octaves, lower tolerance
better skin, tougher pain
which will cry first? Love or
the last time we looked at it
first and picked it first
under all, we sleep most comfortably in the dark
never perfect when the sun is high…
more by LORD BISON
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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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