Heath Brougher - Two Poems

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2.

Two Teeth 

 

Don’t snozzle your mask

don’t spangle your smile

don’t childrenly chuckle to yourself

 

                        birthed to bloom

                        now lost of blossom

                             to a muddiness

                        among a plethora of plumpness

 

rot sprouts ubiquitous sitcom

                                                spreckles

            as if                                         speckled on a blue spreckled sap sucker’s eggs

 

dross imagos   dross talk   dross teeth   dross existence

wire tired—    the guns out already

and of course not one of them            backfires

            so very naïve to the abspestos painting [the work of art — the weak of art]

                                    upon the ceiling poisoning

            the air from lobby to roof

 

at every turn of the maze a mirage suddenly springs up—

 

Ceasar knows best

the candyfloss from the candy tree

brings a reader exaggerated focus [say “sugar high!”]

            confused imagos—     something tells me the apes will be back

but not immediately—         this poem painful as looking for a haystack

                        in a giant pile of needles.