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Spoken Word

She never misses
As you can see
Exhibit A
Heart wound
Skillfully executed
Under breastbone

She was never brought to justice
Roams the plains Scot-free
The ghosts of Buffaloes
Echo her every other step
Into a horizon
For me
Blocked by tears
It opens for hers smile
Because the sun, to her
Is beautiful

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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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