A Great Way to Displace Unwanted Matter

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Poem about Memory

 

Fume
Fret
Fumble over hands that fail
to pay attention where needed
Yesterday we all but shared
Tonight stand alone is the order
Fumble
Easy words stick in the throat
Fret
joy turns to insomnia
Fume
Don’t leave well enough alone
Pull your fears toward
Toward…

 

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photograph by Grzegorz Mleczek

 

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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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