Just Come Home

home poem

Spoken Word

 

Every day it seemed as if a body
Felt neither here nor there
Gradient, up; roads bare
Gradient, down; city streets
Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy”
We need you another way
Far away
Therefore we all do
We all need a way
To find home

 

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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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