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Poem On Life
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Fla-Vor-Ices hit the pavement
Time travel makes it to the top of
The list — snapshot apex of
Fire hydrants, a glorious waste
To all children out from musty
Enclaves of learning — learning
past events
Or truths chewed up and
Re-lined to (sniff-cough-cough)
Regurgitate later when the moment
Seems best
Bare feet on spotless (not blameless) asphalt
Swept clean by the arbitrary cleansing
Of the contraption snarling curbside
Someone loves them, these children, dearly this time around


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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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1 Response

  1. Joy says:

    I look forward to your poems each week. Refreshing. Love the imagery.

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