Recently

it’s been like rooming
with a centipede.

hearing all those shoes drop.
wondering how many are left to go.

stepping out of bed
in bare feet.

measuring the odds
of feeling the whisper of thin legs

crossing in waves
over my charged skin.

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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