No Names

Definition
of a name:
what holds us
in place
while we’re polished
faceted
made shiny

acceptable facsimiles
pulled out of our
rough and ready true shapes
presented
as honest selves

Names
ought to be given up

I’ll be you
You be me
We’ll fuck them up
by not being
what’s expected of us

as we sit in settings
made by others
to show us off
as gems
of the art of
artificial beauty

That makes us lies

Lying world
makes us up as we go along
and we do the shining
from our cut up selves

End this
anonymously
Give up identity
Don’t let them make you
your own alias

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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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