New Poem.

When making any art
you walk a fine line
between personal chaos

and chaos another
might find worthy
of time and attention.

Two wildcats
sit on either side 
of that line,

one inside chaos 
and one just outside
but within reach. 

Either can kill you. 

If the one inside 
slashes out at you,
you know before it connects

that you’re dead.
If you are killed instead
by the one sitting outside

reaching in to you,
you may never

and that is called
the moment
of the masterpiece.


About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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