Friday, March 12, 2021

Bourbon by Tony Brewer

Sweet on the lips
with a flame on the tongue
and a burn like love
on the way down to the belly
The mind loosens and
the tongue loosens and
there are reasons why distilleries
in KY often live in dry counties
No one would ever leave
swigging from the moon
and singing soooo many
unsingable tunes






TONY BREWER is executive director of the spoken word stage at the 4th Street Arts Festival and his latest book is Homunculus (Dos Madres Press, 2019). He has been offering Poetry On Demand at coffeehouses, museums, cemeteries, churches, bars, and art and music festivals for over 10 years and he is one-third of the poetry performance group Reservoir Dogwoods. More at tonybrewer71.blogspot.com.

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