Up And Out

View from the backseat:
a head not facing you.
Climb over.  Make them look. Take the wheel.

From this side of the wall
it’s clear that there’s no gate.
Climb over. Break through. Tear it down.

Bottom floor, looking up.
No stairs, no ladders, no windows.
Climb the skin of it. Come through the roof.

No invitation in the mail.
No open hand.  No call.
There’s no climbing that.  Turn away.

Say no to all
of what they do bother to offer.
Climb up and out. Rise.

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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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