Infectious Bloom by Heath Brougher

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

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…

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