Try To Sit

Try To Sit

Unless you’ve got the best trap
for me to escape then the last time
full thoughts finish their breakfast will be
the night
you
go
hungry
taste what we left behind is it to your liking?
Where are you
when love is knocking?
Where is anything not nailed down?
Is it free? Leaving?
Crazy is a by-word for the best
of us no longer trying
just doing the best in the
times when we understand
that underwater
is another place to trick to the mind that
it is breathing
Stand up
that is nothing if not consistent

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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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