Since You’re Up

Unloved head
with refusals.

Rejected body
flaking, sugared up,
hurtling toward blindness.

Severed connection to earth,
air, water, and all else. 
No true belonging, no safe relations.

Profoundly diseased,
immersed in delusion;
cats don’t care,

demand feeding
and attention. To offer
those things to them is

a purpose. Mechanical,
disconnected purpose;
means to an end. 

Been here before.
Enough for now. 

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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