Stop Where You Are (Be Thankful)

spoken word

Spoken Word


It takes courage to break bread
With a sidewalk
To raise a toast to the sounds
Of rising tidal wave in the
Form of feet — all sizes
Fashions, all caring about
The carrot hanging invisible
Oh so real, seductive
And cruel with their needs
To spill wine on a year-round
Shirt in elation that
At least the other brothers,
Sisters on that sidewalk
Are looking this way
And suddenly feel
Cue a violin to go with the wine
A smile is the napkin
Cleaning this day, repainted
For jolly remorse
In the eyes of those
Less fortunate
If that were another
Or another
Who would stop?


more by LORD BISON

check out: That Golden Woman – A Spoken Word Album by Lord Bison

visit: Lord Bison’s Blog

photograph by Aurélie Jouan


Image Curve’s Manifesto

Explore our Legends collection


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.

You may also like...