Clogged passageways, sideways veins
pour the meager blood throughout;
ages and aging flow onward, indestructible;
old smiles droop to the hereafter frown,
quarantined somewhere beyond my years;
that love, a faceless fallacy;
pulse growing dimmer by the day,
traffic and collapsed arteries forever real;
the nearing lowness, porous again,
pouring the scant! such insidious leakage!
another no trick pony rides the dusk.
Heath Brougher lives in York, PA. He attended Temple University. He recently finished his first chapbook and is currently working on a full length book of poetry as well as two more chapbooks. He is also writing a book of philosophy. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in BlazeVOX, Otoliths, Mobius, MiPOesias, Van Gogh’s Ear, Inscape Literary Magazine (Washburn University), and elsewhere.