September 25, 2013

Bo Diddley Halleujah

By Tony Brown

My beaver heart
drums and pumps as I 
tear up and reform
my environment.

All I want 
is to leave a mark.
Something to say
something, anything

about anything.
I don’t care if
that urge makes my 
ass look big or 

my name look small,
so small it’s not
remembered — although
to have been Bo Diddley

and have left a rhythm
behind me that conjures my name
whenever it’s played?  
Praise, hallelujah — two bits.

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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