The Native-American Dream, by Heath Brougher

There very well could have been a Native-American Dream.
Unfortunately, the European’s Dream, the seed
of the American Dream, quickly came charging in
and began its destruction before it even thought to ask!
Maybe there was a Native-American Dream,
though, good luck finding one who can tell
you what it is. Or was. Though I’m guessing
if there was a Native-American Dream,
it has severely changed over the past few centuries.

What I’m Not, by Heath Brougher

The whole world may be laughing at them,
but they’re not laughing at me.
I am no american.
I run with no herd.
Have allegiance to no one but my Self.
Yet they try to call me an american
just because I happened to have been born
at a particular place in the world?
Once again Proximity reigns,
along with the axiomatic insanity of society.

Trump was Right, by Heath Brougher

Trump did not win the Presidential Election—
for it was hatred that won the Presidential Election.
All those bigots running deep into the valleys of America
where the hills have eyes finally received their spokesperson.
They could finally unleash all that latent racism and homophobia and xenophobia
that lay quiet as a landmine just waiting for detonation.
These vicious voices were finally given a platform
and they ate it right up like swine from a trough.
Trump was right. He could have stood in the street
and shot someone without losing a single vote
because the election was never about that—
for it was hatred, and nothing else, that won the election.

Trump is Not a Person, by Heath Brougher

Trump is not a person. He is the conduit of hatred
that was lying latent in the heads and hearts
of the American herd which sprung into action
when the poles closed so cold and relevant
on that terrible Tuesday. Now, a lunatic bounces
off the walls of the oval office after admittedly,
and in such a braggardly way, to grabbing many an oval orifice
which would have spelled immediate political death
for any sane politician. This is why Trump is not a person.
Trump is an ideology reflected back at the bigoted, dumb as a rock
populace, which, consciously or subconsciously,
ate up his bigotry right from the filthy, golden dog dish
upon which this blight was served. Equality is now
severely jeopardized and is slowly atrophying
every minute this man, this idea, is alive and breathing
with his tiny hands so wrathfully wrapped around
the biggest piece of power in the world.
Someone should really pry his little fingers
off of that as soon as possible.

Seedling by Heath Brougher

So I’ve heard that you’ve
been unplugging various wires
integral to the function
of your brain
in the realm of Mainstream Thought.
Was I supposed to punish you for this?
I applaud you for it.
Just remember you’re still very young
and when you unplug
at such an early age
your “Being Misunderstood Ratio” goes up
quick as vertiginous spontaneous skyscrapers.
Just keep waiting for the inevitable
garden of Intellect to bloom
and keep sucking up the Truths
that you deem marrow-worthy. 

Evolution of the Word “Cartoon” by Heath Brougher

Up until recently
the word
did not
carry with it
such a heavy overtone
of seriousness.
It was previously
a word
which evoked
a sense
of lightness,
of fluffiness,
of childishness,
of silliness,
of nonsense.
Well, I guess
it still conjures
an aura
of nonsense,
just in a much more
bloodstained context
than before.

American Virus by Heath Brougher

american undercrawl
american outgrowth
american spit in your face
american infestation
american money-madness
american roach and rat
american sticky fingers
american oil-lubed thoughts
american bombs and boister
american piss in the wind
american bully
american inflicted lacerations
american nothing vestal left
american smokestacks
american anger
american frustration 
american brainless
american selfish
american people
american monsters.

What the Rooster Really Says by Heath Brougher

Good (motionless bloated baby bodies along the road to Baghdad,

violent religious uprisings, daily bombings, African children skin and bones,

nuclear warheads armed and at the ready, Fukushima toxic waste

leaking into the Pacific, a healthcare system where one accident will send you

straight to the poorhouse, the skeletal shambles of the economy,

melting polar icecaps, the terrorist news stations, various diseases

one mutation away from becoming a pandemic, politicians spouting

nothing resembling the Truth, assault rifles in the hands of maniacs,

fracking next door, flammable tap water, China rising, trans fats

and obesity, hospitals full of infected lymph nodes, a prison of toxic

food and pills, this spurious democracy, and that atrocious

possible Truth in the back of your head that keeps telling you

there just may be no light at the end of that tunnel) morning.


Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine and co-poetry editor of Into the Void Magazine. He published 3 chapbooks last year, A Curmudgeon is Born (Yellow Chair Press), Digging for Fire, and Your Noisy Eyes (both by Stay Weird and Keep Writing Press). He is a Best of the Net Nominee and his work has been translated into journals and anthologies in Albania and Kosovo. He edited the anthology Luminous Echoes, the proceeds of which are donated to Pieta House in Ireland which helps with the prevention of suicide/self-harm. His work has appeared in Of/with, Chiron Review, MiPOesias, Brave New Word, Lakeview, Picaroon Poetry, eFiction India, Lotus Eater Magazine, The Curly Mind, BlazeVOX, and elsewhere.