Friday, July 15, 2022

In Wine, Truth by Andrew Vuono

Dead flies in the dregs
of weeks old wine bottles
fermenting over 
in the summer baked attic
tell me if the spider
with the leopard print web
and honeykissed venom
doesn't eat you
you'll drown
chasing that sweet dream
in the pale scarlet
of Barefoot moscato
because as they say
in Vino,
Veritas




Andrew Vuono is a poet from Bethlehem, PA. He's a forklift certified art school drop out punk rock poet. He's the founder and organizer of 610poetry, and believes that poetry belongs to everyone, especially the marginalized, disenfranchised, and working class. He has forthcoming chapbook "Under a Bridge of Dreams" from Between Shadows Press



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