Wine and time by Keith Burton

Keith Burton | October 17th, 2023 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

Of course, I recall the decanted pour,
the skewering aromas, the sanguine
tinge. I miss it in ways, like alleyways on
a hand-drawn map of a hometown that
you can’t return.

Please don’t make a thing of it, my
declining of promising vintage, of
promised liberation. I’ve seen
Liber themself; androgynous
and sheer mad power.

The altar I prayed at was the
altar I was wed at and the
alterations did me no good, did me
into the ground, did me dirty in a decade
I can’t recall.

Please don’t heap condolences; I’ve
slept in this self-made bed long enough
to be princess to any pea. Declining
is its own freedom; calculated
and ripe with power.

Poet Bio

Keith Burton is a graduate student at Montclair State University. He resides in New Jersey with his wife and cats and dog, where he occasionally makes records and often drinks coffee.

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