As if someone has put hands
on either side of my head
and lifted it one inch off my shoulders

turned it completely around
and let it fall back into
its accustomed place

Looking at the same world
with eyes forward again
but the notion of my mind and body

forever changed
so that nothing
is in its original frame

and how I interpret
what I see now is detached
from old context

This is how I fell into
this desperation about
my now obsolete name

I am not that
Do not call me that
Can you not see

I look the same
but am somehow
altogether again and so new

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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