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

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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