Firm Grasp

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A flight on the back of a kite
Bruise the ego only when no one looks
From on the other side maybe the French
Way of settling discord
Married unwittingly alongside
The dry sherry
When you really wanted a white
A pale-skinned outcropping of worry
Comes into the room, nods
Comes back
Finally excuses the choppy
Behavior but continues all the same
On to outset, sunset on the porch
Away from it all seems to admonish
Don’t go on taking the back roads
This intrusion seems to say
Tomorrow the front door


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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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