Oscillating Godhead Catastrophe by Tony Brewer

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.