Experiment – The Lower Back

luxury house well lit at night

Spoken Word

Tales, I win.
Tails, you guess.
Taels; we each take a look at the smog-lined horizon and wonder at the golden palaces
hidden in the murky but glorious past; but only for a moment
Focus where heat rises, faster than the cold air you breathe out
goosebumps follow the trail of questions that lose coherence
(is the door locked? will that text that will change my mind speak now or forever hold
its peace?)
and down to the realms where both – first me, then you – will be cleansed
of our needs
to be wanted and sought
and then offered freely through our fences like alms for those starving behind
luxury fortress walls
insert those glances skyward – so heavy
when your mercy is taken
again. and again.

Search all you want. That hilly expanse is rife with secrets you get to tell
when there are no interruptions

(between you and me) there’s only the worth of our favorite mistake
that makes the change
no, I won’t baby you. Owe me later.

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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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