whitenoise

from birth
you were walked
blindered into 
forest
forever bumping into
trees

stumbling off path
into a swamp
(as was intended)

your steps
sucking so loud
can’t hear a way out

and not like it’s easy to 
grope a way back
hands on trees
you can’t see
in a forest 
you can’t see
all you’ve got is your ears
but once you’re out of
the worst of the swamp
it’s all one white blur
of whitenoise

you’ll need a good brown voice
in your ear to find your way
outta here

and it will tell you
the first step
is to open your eyes
and see where the whitenoise
is coming from
and the second step is
to shut up

it must follow
that the third  
is to listen

About Tony Brown

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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