You Can’t Drive A Dashboard

Free Form Poetry

Free Form Poetry

 

I don’t know what to do
The rest of my time here will
Spend its last times floating through
Doorways, calling out facts and figures to
Those who could care less
Manhood is that often looked-over thing
That lives in two places
Between the legs it creates life
Between the eyes it takes it away
When it’s in both places it’s everywhere
Scents and times – accomplishments crowd
Around and stand on that red carpet
To get a glimpse or two to ask for the
Handshake taken too far
Past glory, past the tops of trees
Chirpin’ cats and hissing hearts
Be strong

 

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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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