you trip up a trophy
that you already lost
local focal points
to the oven
in your stomach
in the belly cavities
of thick lungthrum
the trumpet dislodges
gurgle of trumpets
already lodged in throat—
my promise to send
you my bones
in a tin can of water
if you promise
to blast them off
into outer space
has left me
lumbering languid, lonesome—
your insides keep
vomiting velvet coffins
spreading big russet blotches
among the white cotton plush fad
slushing out repeatedly
like a regurgitation
of continual whale birth.
..
Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine and co-poetry editor of Into the Void Magazine. He has published three chapbooks, “A Curmudgeon Is Born” (Yellow Chair Press 2016), “Digging for Fire” and “Your Noisy Eyes” (both by Stay Weird and Keep Writing Press 2016). He is a Best of the Net Nominee and his work has been translated into Albanian. He was the judge of Into the Void Magazine’s 2016 Poetry Competition and edited the anthology “Luminous Echoes,” the sales of which will be donated to help with the prevention of suicide. His work has appeared or is due to be published in Of/with, Chiron Review, SLAB, Main Street Rag, The Angry Manifesto, Mobius, The Seventh Quarry, Gold Dust, Cruel Garters, Gloom Cupboard, Picaroon Poetry, *82 Review, Otoliths, Fowl Feathered Review, BlazeVOX, Leaves of Ink, Dark Matter Journal, A New Ulster, Blue Mountain Review, X-Peri, Peeking Cat Poetry, eFiction India, and elsewhere.
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