The Big

The band that sings the Big
breaks open more often than not
spilling hope and ambition
into smaller buckets

but the band that sings The Big
is always the band I want to hear

No matter the way they sing
be it simple guitar or sample bombast
if there’s Big in the reach
I will watch as they stretch

Even if the subject matter
tends to the small
if the band sees the Big
encompassed in the detail they seize

(like a universe in a pinhead
or the history of desire in one lover’s pining
sharply defined)

I’ll gladly pray for their strength and grasp
to hold out long enough
for them to bring the Big to me

for I know the Big in me
and the band that sings the Big
that serenades me large
is my minstrel pal
The band that sings the Big
gets my voice on the chorus

The band that sings the Big
has me from the first

Pretentious or humbled before the scope
of what they tackle
I will honor any who desire
to snatch up a cosmos
to corral it in three minutes
to be overwhelmed by the struggle
to fail
to fail repeatedly
to fail utterly
and still never stop singing

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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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