Monday, June 2, 2025

They Call Me Dr. Beer By Tony Brewer


Universities in autumn

are terrifying spaces

Walls unscrawled upon

life incomplete closing in

Historicity of grain

brewed into God’s love

is serious business

The thing left undone

in that big ol’ brain

Bounded by colonized color

let loose like a prohibited keg

All this stress for drink

& something to eat

though that makes a people

material culture contained

by the overworked mind

sodden – desperate like thirst

But the care of a friend

grounds a body to a life

Makes a scholar stop

remember why she is here:

it’s the person not the letters

we break bread with

The shared plate

The one who cooks &

the other who cares

about this mess




Tony Brewer is a poet and audio artist from Bloomington, Indiana. He co-produces the Writers Guild Spoken Word Series and the Urban Deer Performance Series. His books include Good Job, Lightning (Stubborn Mule Press) and Water Witch (Pure Sleeze Press). More at linktr.ee/TonyBrewer

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