Voice

Are you, after all,
comfortable using a knife?

Is there some great love in you
for how that will feel —

like a pillow resisting
until it suddenly surrenders and breaks?

Are you sure you want
to be forever known this way: a man

with more than a plan?
A man with an act at hand?

Are you comfortable there, sitting
in your car’s front seat, sitting

in your empty garage staring down
at your lap? Are you ready to pick it up?

Are you any clearer
as to what it will mean to see it through?

Are you ever going to stop shaking
long enough to make this happen?

Are you ready?
Are you a man or a missed opportunity?

Are you awake anymore?
Are you already done?

Are you already skinned and
dressed? Or —

are we going to have to go through this
again tomorrow night?

Well, then.
We can do this again —

I will be here tomorrow night.
I will be here until I’m not needed anymore —

waiting and honing
my whisper for you,

my boy with a blade;
all for you and your slippery heart.

About Tony Brown

Unknown's avatar
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

32 responses to “Voice

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.