Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The bottom of the glass by Tony Pena


Shame has tilted the bottle
of spirits past the pangs
of guilt to apathy.

Lowball glass breaks in
the manhandling of emotions
as shards fall towards the jugular

but scatter and cut and bleed
out the hearts of the beautiful
fools you can’t bear to love.





Tony Pena was selected as 2017-2018 Poet Laureate for the city of Beacon, New York.  
A new volume of poetry and flash fiction, "Blood and Beats and Rock n Roll," is available now at Amazon.  He also has a self published chapbook, "Opening night in Gehenna."  His publication credits include “Chronogram,”  "Dogzplot,"   "Gutter Eloquence," “Hudson Valley Transmitter,” "Red Fez," "Slipstream,"  "Underground Voices," "Zygote in my Coffee,"  and others. 

Colorful compositions and caterwauling with a couple of chords can be seen at:

as his fist crashed against my head.


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