At The Brewery Down The Street – K.G. Newman


At The Brewery Down The Street

I moved past yelling at clouds and began emailing vile sentiments to every 
advertising executive I could, explaining how their vapid spots are the reason 
I’ll never buy their products again. All believed me except the beer companies.


Those suits rebuffed my dispute that a man and a woman smiling and 
clinking pilsners on the patio were something closer to kitsch than non-fiction. 
If bitterness reflects a false sense of depth — an inability to see beyond hops — 


then a six-pack should get you over it quickly, they said. At that point it was hard 
to argue much more, over a pilsner, while observing truth at the brewery down 
the street. Woman in a red dress, with a well-dressed man. Dark mash thrashing.


As In, Soon


We are both 
   the feeling of passing traffic on a train
and the grime
   impossible to uncrust in the corners of pans
like a reminder
   of when we hid inside an air-conditioned 
   shipping container
   during the years-long 
      haboob.


Opportunities coming with
   an element of Xanax.
Loss following and I 
   dumbed down 
   its definition.


As in, soon, I’d pack my soul
   into a briefcase
   and make plans to build 
   a downtown apartment complex 
   with a catchy name. 
The promise of drywall
   and forty boxes packed with
   thousands of steel nails.

KG Newman is a sportswriter who covers the Colorado Rockies for The Denver Post. His first two collections of poems, While Dreaming of Diamonds in Wintertime and Selfish Never Get Their Own, are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alumnus lives in Castle Rock, Colorado, with his wife and two kids.

About the contributor

KG Newman is a sportswriter who covers the Colorado Rockies for The Denver Post. His first two collections of poems, While Dreaming of Diamonds in Wintertime and Selfish Never Get Their Own, are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alum lives in Castle Rock, Colorado, with his wife and two kids.

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