Living It

New poem.

Thick paper.
A pencil. 
A pinpoint pen.
Keys and
a white screen.

Weak control over impulse.

Dysfunction or
ecstatic whirlwind 
in hand, taken as
a capsule waiting
to be swallowed and 
absorbed in pursuit
of a healthier next moment.

Willingness to recover
from such inspiration
in favor of following a path
cut by mistakes.

A vision,
a sound,
a word.

A move.

A first, a second,
a next,
a next.

A stop.

Rest.

Dissatisfaction.

Again,
again,
again;

never
a last.

Ever.

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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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