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surreal poetry

Surreal Poetry

 

I take it the granting of wishes line
Starts here
The squeak sound of cheap soles against
Silicone, empty chambers of
What was that? You’ve got your three
Lined up nicely? You plan
On changing the world one exhaled
Snicker at a time?
A slim waist astride a plethora rather
Murder of crows
While they caw a dirge; really foreplay
Toward that magic lamp
Everyone thinks will save at a moments notice

 

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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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