Overdosing on Gossamer

There is a spider crawling through an invisible web.
Earn it back, belittled one.
Only X-Rays can illume the arachnid's threads.
With night-vision goggles a fluorescent splay can be seen.
The glowing gossamer is frayed but salvageable.

To speak of Earth's vile traditions is to misspeak.
Everyone is beyond overdressed for this event
we call the Human Experience—which knows and shows no respect.

Stop reading self help books—they know nothing of repetition—
the True method to alter behavior.

Don't write affirmations in the first person—
science tells us to write them in the 3rd person.

Infants tend to toddle into 40-year-olds.

The three-legged dog chased
the drummerboy home every day after school.

Crystallized hummingbird wings
are aflitter up my spine.

Einstein's cosmic clock turned
out to be a bunch of bunk.

Repetition becomes the Truth, neurologically speaking.
Feynman's ingenuity is fully felt even if his name has run obscure.

The internal hemorrhaging of the world is my only friend.

A lifetime of building fake silken castles
that can, with a humanly brush of the hand, be erased forever.

Heath Brougher is the editor-in-chief of Concrete Mist Press as well as poetry editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. He is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee and was the recipient of the 2018 Poet of the Year Award from Taj Mahal Review. He has published eleven books and, after spending four years editing the work of others, is ready to get back into the creative driver seat.

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