Lionize with Care

poem about modern love

Poem

 

Never place one foot forward and the other
Backward
In the dim of the screen’s glare I
Dared to dream the quiet texts
Wishful boredom
Polite, forced attention was for
My fifteen minutes of fame
They held in their urges for bowel
Relief till the credits
Rose above the black like a swell
In the warm pacific an island
Washed over the horizon
Of carefully crafted bids for
A stage
Would I have been grateful
Or still one of them?
My phone had no text messages
I found later when released from
The purgatory of airplane mode
Must mean nothing of course

 

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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.
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