Poetry Showcase: Tony Brewer (April 2023)

Bio: TONY BREWER is a poet and audio artist from Bloomington, Indiana. He is executive director of the Spoken Word Stage at the 4th Street Festival and co-producer of the Writers Guild Spoken Word Series. His books include Homunculus, Pity for Sale, psithurism, and forthcoming from The Grind Stone: Fragile Batteries. Tony has been offering Poetry On Demand at coffeehouses, museums, cemeteries, churches, bars, and art and music festivals for over a decade, and he is a frequent collaborator with experimental music & field recording ensemble ORTET.

Fucking Indianapolis

Neither of us addicts
more like applicants
locked into maintenance now

the jungle of easement
like the buffer non-park
problems squat in

Eyes open in the big chair
wide with puppet holes
where the show begins

Making complex art
for a city wall
while houses flipped go greige

so sick of handouts
naturally color fades away

one weather for me
one weather for you
Just don’t look there

so common
we keep it going as if
there is no other way

How Did I Get Here

Dad watches her
take every toy out
of the Walmart cage
counting 1 – 2 – 3

Amber you know how this works
& she just giggles
I know she tells him
never pausing 
her misbehavior

Toys she doesn’t want
litter the intersection
of doll & robot

It’s a free country
Mom thinks walking
just out of earshot
browsing for a little
something for herself

Labor of Love

Maybe a way to build temples with all the wonder without the slavery – though it has been debunked – that slaves built temples ever – not slaves in our conception – people who do what you say or die – more like wage slaves – sweat equity investment – like the cutters who had graduated high school and then straight to the quarries – backs bent from decades of shimming blocks – they stroll around campus with a sense of pride – and relief – you could put kids through college by building the buildings – at first a steady paycheck – then seed money for that starter home – etc. – back then such things were possible – now only imagination is enslaved – builds no temples unless a J-O-B is attached – imagine a church built on tithing you – no one would pray therein – more a series of knowing nods as the parishioners run their hands lovingly along the walls – they’d just hire the lowest bid today – which is an observation not a judgment – still well-built but corners cut – people have unanswered questions – which is why so many churches now resemble barns – something raisable – can be put up in a day – belief the fleeting commodity – always another brick –another swing of the hammer – another day closer to paying off that debt

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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