Save the Kiss for Last

Surreal Poetry

Surreal Poetry

A hungry man will never turn away from distractions inviting him to feel full
In that way, survival takes on a thrusting
Tint serious only regarding a palm’s distance away from the distended banter a stomach
Makes in fear, arousal or its various, other
Cousins in the hall
Greed slinks down the alley, dressed inappropriately for the tryst
The hungry man takes this to heart
And so on the other end he reaches for another distraction; sings

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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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