Free Form Poetry

Free Form Poetry


Something you take for granted
Shines brighter on someone else’s doorstep
Makes you want to get it back
The light dims — you’re fooled.

The party sounds tap your feet, move your shoulders
But you lose the rhythm when you’re through
The door — Faces confused or blank with dislike
Why is he here?

The joy tapers off and picks up where you left off
Feels like somebody else is you or trying, real
Successful-like, to imitate what you gave up
Just sucks.


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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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