Thursday, April 15, 2021

Doing The Work by Tony Brewer

This business of writing 
poetry while drunk 
is a sweet racket
Wringing conversation bits
from bar detritus
as if the grog is the thing
vocab the inhibitor
Everybody’s on board when high
Drinking cars, dining cars
Abusive self-destructive cars
The highway a gateway 
to the next whiskey guitar
The ancients put it all in a bag
booze music poetry animals
and it shook out Celtic
Now we are outside
warm piss steaming bricks
digging with our little yellow spades
The only relief we all enjoy
Some drunks are poets
who can barely write
their names with it



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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