end construction

after much thinking
i have determined
that knowing things
is impossible

all there is
is feeling things

i thought i knew
how to move forward
and i see now
it was fear driving flight

i thought i knew
my guitar and my flute
now i see
i was yearning to reproduce
memories

residue
is what
i build on
stacking bricks one upon another
to create what i think is solid
and grounded

though every brick
is hollow

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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