Election by Michael H. Brownstein

Within the confines of the bright blue sky
Everywhere the trees of death follow the road
Leaves going to dead brown and Holocaust orange:
So tight you cannot escape it.

The day after the election
Morning came in with a silence thick as fog,
A cabinet of self, wood of denial,
litter of dysfunctionality.

And then the storm came–
A cloudburst blistering across its spleen.
Gathering shadows into fault lines,
herniated disks swelling into masses.

Then, a thick mucus of disgust and happiness,
a congress of iron skillets against ground
& I wait patiently in the morning rust,
subdued lines and other measures.


Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. He has nine poetry chapbooks including Poems from the Body Bag (Ommation Press, 1988), Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah (Camel Saloon Press, 2012), The Possibility of Sky and Hell: From My Suicide Book (White Knuckle Press, 2013).




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