description (for Bill Bennett)

he is momentarily distracted by the light

his
the vicious lungs
the knowing eyes
the frozen cheeks
the ardent voice

who is the hypodermic?
who is filled with a poison bible?
who is a teat of bile?
who is the fly on the ball?

his
the leftover privilege
the revolver dog
the feathers of iron massage
the candle of blue veins

who is the relict of Buchenwald?
who is the tallow of black magnolia fruit?
who is the kindest loin of a tombstone?
who is the good gambling father of a bludgeon?

he turns back to his work and chews his way out of a corpse

About Tony Brown

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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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