Monday, January 28, 2019

Is You The Fuck High? by Heath Brougher

Queasiness readies itself,
conjuring brown rocks and white lines;
prisoners of the windy constant tilt,
foaming over something unbroken yet seeming
rotten apricot skin worn as face
real enough to talk and fondle
thorns pricking whiteblood and blackcloud
summer vaporstorm fringes purely
warm and wet, distancing itself
when those sicknesses bring windy
weather riots to bomb
flimsy worlds; lushing brimfuls of stagger
frail as a discarded poppy by the windowsill.

About Heath Brougher:

Heath Brougher is the poetry editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Award for Best Magazine. He is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. His work has been translated into several other languages and his two newest books are To Burn in Torturous Algorithms (Weasel Press 2018) and The Ethnosphere's Duality (Cyberwit.Net 2018) as well as 3 forthcoming collections. His work has appeared in Ghost City Review, Ramingo's Porch, Chiron Review, MiPOesias, Main Street Rag, Blue Fifth Review, indicia, Boston Poetry Magazine, Brave New Word, Burningword Literary Journal, Pangolin Review, Clockwise Cat, BlazeVOX, and elsewhere.

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