The Meet

spring love poem
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Spoken Word


Both Spring and I put our heels on
The starting mark
And sunrise was the gunshot
Before we’d gone half the track
Out of breath called and called
And called between puffs of
Cigarettes and quit
Made for a distraction
Love did the same thing
Raced me
Then called and called
While Spring did its warmups
Watched me with amusement
While I snuck off somewhere
Snarling about karma being blind
All the times when I lapped
This situation
Inside out is how I really
Really crossed the finish line


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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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