Oscillating Godhead Catastrophe
Now we are obsolete
just as the dolphins bid
us welcome home
Not one or two but
infinitely containable
If you can hear this
portrait of destruction
I made the frame
thudding like distance
crack like sting
We don’t have enough
water food blood bags
waves power clean needles
instead
the empty chair
against the factory wall
has been waiting
for discovery
of its beauty, no?
Suddenly the lake is sad
nothing holds pleasure
like the mind
then breaths come quick
footsteps I can’t hear
due to shelling
limp
in the rubble
pounded into powder
where alignment
is a sentence
my location
my words
happening
still inside
the red dots
with frequency
the forest
is the best kind
of forbidden
lapsing into
storytelling
when it’s real
it’s true
it gets too dark
to see sometimes
when it’s suddenly brightest
out the business end
of one escape
many ways
one foot in Heaven
the other cannot be found
Tony Brewer is a poet and audio artist from Bloomington, Indiana, where he is executive director of the Spoken Word Stage at the 4th Street Art Festival. He has published 13 books and chapbooks, most recently Good Job, Lightning (Stubborn Mule Press) and Water Witch (Pure Sleeze Press). He has been offering Poetry On Demand at coffeehouses, museums, cemeteries, churches, bars, and festivals for over fifteen years and was named Indiana’s 2024 Literary Champion by the Eugene and Marilyn Glick Indiana Authors Awards. More at linktr.ee/TonyBrewer.
