Gotta Hand It To You

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Spoken Word

Astride your prejudices
Steadfast clamp of knees
To hold fast
Against bucking tradition
Formerly, a ruse
Now, matters of course
Flow into oceans of
“Say it ain’t so’s”
Half-mast slick talk,
Eye-rolling guile
As the deck (bucks)
Makes waves
You spit out the sea water
Instead of choking on it
When it comes again, no
More than a “thing” to bob
Past
it be

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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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