Formerly, Where Guns Blaze

Empire Airport

Gushing out the mores of time, place
differ from names that stick inside
waxed jaws in the heat of things
revenge and sex seem to be linked not
joined
the rest inside the booth at the time of
the comeuppance shriek
partially from delight
the other, darker half from the joy of
it not
being
them
the report echoes
against frail ribcages belonging to the
hope for the past, when you were on top
now, cowering in the dust

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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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