Heath Brougher- Two Poems

Melted Crown

There are some things

so unimportant that they could become

the most meaningful things in the world;

 

    ——a speck of dust

                        sitting in some ramshackle apartment

could be the meaning of life itself—

but the modern day daily grind

subjugates the thoughts and time of the populace

with meaningless tasks and routine, regular as newspaper,

day after day a long monotony stretches wide through life

and the people don’t look for that magical thing, the Intellect,

too busy and distracted, it passes them by unnoticed;

the idea of its possible existence rushes past them

without so much as a shed thought,

as if it were languishing in the realm of nonexistence;

they live oblivious to it;

oblivious of it; oblivious within it;

 

it seems the masses are so far from realizing

that there is no man behind the curtain pushing all the buttons.

Flowerwall

And nevermind the PG invective

sprayed off in the distance

past the window where

lies the snake—

the slithering snakiest of all—

the campus of the Suburban High School,

the land where yuppies are prepped and bred 

which I can see from my apartment window

in the leafless wintertime;

 

bloom, yes, bloom-up

Spring flowers, faster than fastest,

and cover this charade, this blight,

this abhorrent eyesore sitting motionless and mockingly in the distance

with your colorful perfumed persuasion,

your leaves and shade and forgetfulness; fast,

faster, Spring

build that leafy Flowerwall

abuzz with insects much more welcome

and healthy for my sight than these insidious yuppies

aswim the guttery scumwater of that yuppybowl on the hill.   

 

 

 

Heath Brougher lives in York, PA and attended Temple University. He recently finished his first chapbook, with two others on the way, as well as a full-length book of poetry. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Diverse Voices Quarterly, Icebox Journal, Mobius, Main Street Rag, Yellow Chair Review, BlazeVOX, Of/With, *Star 82 Review, MiPOesias, Eunoia Review, Van Gogh's Ear, Stray Branch, Otoliths, Bird's Thumb, experiential-experimental-literature, Inscape Literary Journal, and elsewhere.