To Obtain Consent

poem about consent


Drawn curtains
Folded linen
Tired, laden with pretense
I don’t want you

Lie, frustrate
thrown across open chasms
Really only the foyer and bedroom
Freedom is only a doorway
From time to egress

Love really couldn’t be the outcome
Secrets are pressed clean
Sins are handled with
Exquisite service


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photograph by Armando Castillejos


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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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