Lights

in me all
either red or green

no yellow 

don’t know why you need colors
inside anyway

no yellow

moving past the speed of 
entrance into the speed of explore

no yellow

dead ahead is all the rage
stopping short is so last year

from now on only green
or red
full on charge or
sudden crash
headlong dash or
unplanned stop

no yellow

if I ever see yellow
I will shoot out its lens
cut short its cable
end myself before I will answer to it

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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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