a pistol fires! 
poor me I am the one who’s hit! 
the blood rushes out! 
I hurry to grab bowls to catch the blood! 
it is working! 
not a drop spilled! 
ah a doctor! 
my good man! please could you plug the hole?
Ah yes my good man let me see. ah yes i have it here a plug. 
now lets see ok you’re fine. now for the matter of this blood. 
open wide son, there that’s good, now swallow. 
there, there that’s it ! good my boy just one more sip ah there! 
your done! now my boy this  is very important you must imagine the blood back into your veins. 
but doctor! 
now my boy do it before it is too late! 
ah yes my boy that’s it that’s it imagine! 
I think its working doc! 
quiet boy concentrate! 
there you’ve done it boy you’re ok. 

Not a drop spilled

Poet cross over pop detraction underneath levels 
of pulled pork served with a piece of bread. 
but what is it?
I ask thee simply cause i wonder. 
wander down the subconscious navigate its rivers for some gold. 
only to be told to fuck off. 

-Brohm 

Cross over

write oh 
write o.j 
write oscar 
no write Omar. 
no mas Omar 
write ovarian fuck overran. 
over the donut O drive over 
write omission drive omnipotent 
write oscar fuck it write omnipotent 
write a book about october over and over again. 
and gain exactly 0 

October

hot calamity 
interpret words with many sails asunder
if life is wonder? 
sails set soaring in the wind allowed to sail. 
onto all of the signs of the zodiac. 
back office talk with rocks in hand 
hammer away at gods. 
and assail habits for control. 
end of the world. 

If life is wonder

pigs devour people 
not the other way around. 
pigs devour daily and make it cold.
sometimes the earth freezes 
a big refrigerator for the pigs. 

Not the other way around

legally waffled yellowed and cured. 
a map of the sea. hard to read all looks the same. 
and island. a ship approaches finds harbor and is set a drift. 
no goodbyes asleep. awake dazed and confounded surrounded  by mountains?
or are they clever cliffs of solid gold?
whoa ho ho lets see! 
ah it is gold not solid like I thought but gold! 
lets feel, yes its pure 14k necklace gold. 
we’ve found another necklace cliff of gold! behold! 
tie the men up and set them adrift on sailing dollies. 
this cliffs ours not theirs! prepare for follies! 
sweet and innocent follies for all!! 
courtesy of the owners of the magnificent cliffs of gold.

Follies

rich and creamy scoundrel 
running through a bush 
tangled up and found covered in smut
foreign offender 
with lose and leafed pampers 
send olympians after supper 
undressed turkey 
un-stuffing 
un-cranberry sauce 
who cares day! 
rich and creamy 
tumbled up and dreamy yellows and pinks! 
clouds easily on ceilings set adrift!
nice feelings soft and dreamy 
magic steps to carpet town old legend
imposible tussle high dive fuzz bubbler 
old dig-um from the dirt. 
hop caster wind disaster punishing the ground
solid fist into the ground 
to how like dogs with pain! 

Smut

what is a poem to you?

I wouldn’t know you see I didn’t write one. 
I divided one into seven pieces and
doused each piece in gas 
and huffed gas from the 7 pieces.
uncovered creased pieces intertwined 
faxed into something new?
considered yet frankly winced.
engineered a false guard. 
yet i wouldn’t know i did not write one. 

brohm