Moist drunk
darkness; feeling through
something less
than solid;
submerged coils
of drifting gas, upstream,
to the head,
where the air is;
the softness of
shadows
moving in waves,
with liquorblurred eyes
onward motion,
up ocean steps;
something of a sprint;
immaculately contour-void;
removed of
space; time; of place
a shapeless
gait; a skyghost of the water,
bubbling;
exiting dankness with jostle,
for the pink
parting; fingers find the abyss
obscured by the
tang of blueberrywater,
iceflake
dissolving, sugared, becoming—
the ocean, now a
swamp stung by bugs,
flesh against
flesh, a friction as the alcohol quells
the inhibitions,
swapping fluid for fluid of
questionable
health; evanescent existence
in pulp-form;
nevertheless strutting away;
an exotic
saunter; hungover morning rashes tug
stressfully at
the back of the brain; vomit and regret pour
extraneously
forth; fear begins to coat the thoughts,
consumes the
mind with worry, shame,
terrorizing it
with the knowledge that, possibly,
the disease has
have found a new habitat;
flowing whatever
it flowed across the limbless bodies.
Bio
The poetry of Heath Brougher has been published in
over 350 various print and online journals throughout the world. He is author
of three chapbooks "A Curmudgeon Is Born" (Yellow Chair Press 2016),
"Digging for Fire" (Stay Weird and Keep Writing Print Co. 2016), and
"Your Noisy Eyes" (Stay Weird and Keep Writing Print Co. 2017). He
received a Best of the Net Nomination and his work has been translated and
published in Kosovo and Albania. He is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine
and co-poetry editor of Into the Void Magazine and was judge of Into the Void
Magazine's 2016 Poetry Competition and editor of an anthology titled
"Luminous Echoes," the proceeds of which will be donated to help
with preventing suicide.
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