Going To Wait

A gun, a mouth,
a hot farewell.

A moment on the lips
and then,
the long missing begins.

After it’s done — in 
less than a split
of a second of noting
the start of the roar of 
the gun — 

after it’s done 
is there anything? Regret,
joy? Release, terror, a welcome
blankness?

Insatiable curiosity
is not enough to take me
there and fear is barely enough

to keep me here. I tug 
and am tugged but I am

going to wait.

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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

2 responses to “Going To Wait

  • Eileen

    Glad you’re going to wait. I would miss your poetry very much. It both awakens me to many things and also often affirms my own experience.
    I haven’t found many writers that can do that for me. Thanks for living out loud.

    • Tony Brown

      You’re welcome…but I want to stress, again, that I don’t write autobiography. While I battle bipolar disorder and have for many years, I’m managing it well these days and am in no danger of self-destruction at the moment. This is an observation of a moment, and not necessarily my own.

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