dear me, mr brown

dear me, mr brown,
how is it that 

you are that stupid 

this game of “being”
you thought you’d win, somehow? nope.
you’re feeling the big nope now,
of course — 

you won nothing.  
you win nothing.
no one does; 
that’s the beauty of it, but

somewhere in your reptile brain
you bought what they sell about changing 
the world through poems — no.

it was never supposed to be about anything 
but good work. never supposed to be anything 
but art valuable for being itself — 

if any change was to occur
as a result it would be
in the poet — in you.

you knew this years ago
but have pretended to forget. faking for survival,
you forged God’s signature on a few poems
and called them “the truth as delivered –” 

please. dear me, mr brown — 
have you read your poems? 
have you changed at all 
by reading them, by writing them?
has anyone or anything? 

dear me, mr brown,
admit it —
you’re one of the bad guys.
always have been.
admit it —
you’re one of the sinners

spitting on the sand
outside the church, and though
you’d love to go in and feel the love
there’s a joy in spitting on the earth
before the church you can’t shake —

you know they won’t let you back in — 

you’re feeling that big nope now,
mr brown, dear me;

that game of being
you thought you’d win,
the one where everything worked out
and there was a horizon and you
could see it and knew one day you’d learn
to ride
and you would ride into it flinging 
magnificent words, a Magnificat, a 
Hallelujah chorus on the wind —

dear me, mr brown,
you stupid glory hound.
face it: your work
was a modest ripple at best,
and now what?

what does a dead man do now
when he doesn’t believe in the horizon
and can’t help but smell the decay 
and knows it for his own
and his hands are rotting off 
and his lungs can’t push a breath 
and he’s the big nope himself — 

dear me, mr brown,
you’re the big nope,

the dead poet
with no society to hold you.

no one at all, in fact,
will touch you

ever again.

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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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