New Earth

red sunset

Spoken Word

Now that’s saying something!
Figure I’d speed along, trade shells amongst the natives in exchange for
another door to the soundless places I strain to hear
when sailing
the sand is numb ‘neath my booted feet as I walk and see in their eyes
an honest puzzlement to the question
in the air
where do we go from here?
Wares hang limply in their hands
These I shove into my pockets and look at the ground
burning shame cooling with the destiny I know I have
they call softly behind me but I am sated with fantasy
and have no wish to be brought to the justice of reality
on my sailing ship now
while they stare after me on the shore, their hands empty
but for the curses in fists hurled at the horizon
a speck that kisses it without its permission
traveling to other private wonders, heedless

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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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