November 29, 2009

Short Poem For A Bitter Poet

By Tony Brown

Spit me a river
of your victimhood’s tears
and I’ll show you something
nothing can live in.
You’re no artist. You’re just
salting the bed.  I can see
all the stunning creatures
you’ve neglected
gasping for air down there.
dying
on behalf of your bile.

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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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