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Spoken Word


Friction; taste
Light it
Freebase had its moments
Turned-up blazer lapels
And colorful dyed ends on
Hair twenty years young
Synthesizers all tongue-kissed
The same, in their metallic way
Brought on predictable erections
That went and came just as
Crowded bathrooms
Panoramic view of a future
You too could have once the keyboards
Electronic drum pattern
And drowned out groan of
Chemical release (imprisonment)
Kicked in
Then kicked you out
Back into the crowd
Where you were hooked
But never felt it


more by LORD BISON

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photograph by Benjamin Faust


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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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