Blood Cacti. by Heath Brougher

Tears of a robot
[do discombobulate?] hegemony
strewn across the metallica of this some kind of sentience.
Raped by a robot
[Godzilla Complex?] change
your mind Universally streaming the tin foil water
that burns the eyes as it tends to burn the eyes
and ignites when flames dance upon the water

a whoosh of flammable every little thing
[cockroach criticized?] cockroach kicked
what happened to that imagined halo floating
gloating above the metaphysical loam of this land
where we're never wrong and somehow
always falling directly into the right.


Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine. He recently published his first chapbook, A Curmudgeon Is Born (Yellow Chair Press, 2016). His work has been published or is forthcoming in various online and print journals in ten different countries, including Chiron Review, Of/with, and Gloom Cupboard.