Three Poems, Heath Brougher

 

Generations

notwithstanding impressions extension moment the shudder precise harmless 

despite plants beautiful mistresses merged sublimated movements melted 

confidence accused reassured humanity with body disappointing industrious solutions

must sometimes go weapon out and belly in

slinging quivering yet graceful arrows 

for the sake of life itself burned blazing 

ribbon cuttings for Death Stores

into my already wounded retinas

..no rest for the weary, as they say—

and, as usual, what they say makes no sense

..mirrors fooled embroidered eyelashes 

into thinking they were lamps arched

in directions of epitomized hear and sear 

mixing with the shadows until gold pieces 

dropped tragic from the unsparkly reflection of identity itself.

———The Sound of the Creaking Door Wisps Against 

the Repeated Victories of Not Properly Understanding Anything———

       

          quoth Audacious Aunt Unauthentic, 

               —the sister of Mean Mister Mustard 

the instrument interrupted the evocation 

of the dream’s possibilities and manifested

our silent attention into a state of crowd-altered 

spectrums of spurious sentences as society tends

..spring bore bitter April casting shadows 

into instrumental mirrors inflicting 

the bemoanment of our sculpted statements 

regarding the inherently insane societal sonics 

of the instrument garden’s heretofore unaddressed suchness

of the inexactitude of the previous moment’s falseness..

Glued to the Sky

I’ve seen a Monstertruck horse birth itself from your mouth

more so like a dragon because it spit flames from out it’s Bizzarro pipes

wearing wearys of vicious tendencies to slander their wrist in public

in fact right in front of the windmill and preschool 

and that was the day the children learned about the color red 

one day you’ll find yourself stuck on an onion airplane 

with a man who talks cloud and aloud about the utter imprint of silence

and hey sunshine hanging in the mouths of nothingness

Juliets of morphinemarshmallow statues chrysanthemuming 

to fertilize hashtag HandsInTheirBloodyHeavyWithDopamine

AndStrychnineAndTheTrumpet’s hairdo 

and polar unity magnets wrapped in Tesla coils

and werewolf enamel 

and baskets full of hands of other hands plucked right off

and vomitflavored mouthwash 46 blind mice and inhuman proclivities

I can hear the rednecks waving their terrorist flags 

all moonshined up and ready for a fight and glowworms luminescing 

because of the rampant nuclear waste and big Pharma

shoving killpills down everyone’s throats and perceptions bent humans

and blueberry milk and the embryo of the Golden ratio fleece

and silvertongued-mommas were the main course of the veins

unlike the healthy blood that used to roam through circular sanguine hallways

of brains like in ever baked overbaked ovenbaked pie

in the micro macro depending wavelengthwise 

on green clouds and spam what fish time fish dead fish no new fetch first fist festival aquamarined aquarium is aquamarine—

unlike us yet exactly like us.

Period 

Peace period war period perfection period discombobulation period nonexistent period prima period imperfect period ha period dress period interpretation period not strong enough to stop the flow period colostomy period periphery period “poems” period hegemony period primal period promulgates periodic periods periodontal period phobic period inconstruction period pointless period jostlejoustabout wrestling seepspouts period permanent period possible pineal connection to the Multuverse period personification of everything period eyes period always human eyes period manipulation of nature to fit human perceptions only period pulseless compared to any other animal period evolution no longer applies period humans have lied their way straight outta sanity—period!

Heath Brougher is the Editor-in-Chief of Concrete Mist Press and co-poetry editor of Into the Void, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. He received Taj Mahal Review’s 2018 Poet of the Year Award and is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. He was awarded the 2020 Wakefield Prize for Poetry and has published 9 books. After spending over three years editing the work of others, he is ready to get back into the creative driver seat. He has four books forthcoming in 2022.