Brewed Beverage of Choice: Lakefront Brewing Bock Beer
Prior to this post, I was going to wax poetically about how lately I have been unable to wax poetically. But as I was transporting myself bi-pedal-ly to Stumptown for a nice warm cup o’ joe, I came up with these two poems continuing my Milwaukee Blues started in late in the year 2000. Enjoy!
the confucian brewer
Milwaukee Blues No. 2
Above your hallowed ground
rise a sea of steeples
ever their watchful eyes
over your calm, working neighbourhoods.
St. Stanislaus
St. Mary of Czestochowa
St. Hedwig
The Bascilica of St. Josaphat
Our Lady of Guadeloupe
St. John’s Cathedral
The haloed saints
keeping your masses safe.
Milwaukee Blues No. 3
Riverwest! O! Riverwest!
How many times have we
sat at the bar at Linnemann’s
crying in our beers, the tears
flowing - a tributary
to our beloved Milwaukee river.