Critter

a man
became a critter

creeping
over land

not seeing connection
to humans

he sat on rocks
turned em over for moral guidance

he’s a cemetery
of thinking —

left over
animal

reptile brained
chunk of reaction

fight and bite
sleep where it’s friendly

stay out of the cold
of other opinions

screw a little
when called to it

a story so common
you might be forgiven

for pretending it’s
just another legend

until you cross paths with him
while trying to fall in love

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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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