Tag: Stephen Mead Art

  • Fugitives by Stephen Mead

    It’s always a matter of what’s got to go—–
    a name, a family, the life of appliances
    just when their warranty’s up,
    customary hardships, comfort
    secure as the house built by Jack
    on four acres of a buried waste dump.

    There’s no guarantee here
    except for plot twists, many trains
    greasing adrenaline in tunnels of glare,
    petrol-pungent, urinal-walled—–

    Hardly glamorous, only, possibly
    the way religion is, any dedicated
    frenzy combining chance, will, know-
    how’s stupendous calm
    depending solely on clues far flung
    as refuge—–

    junks
    wrestling tides in eastern winds,
    our eyes, those lanterns, juxtaposed
    and wide open for skin, skin
    double-shadowed by neon blinking,
    sirens, sheets trusting grace then,
    then without an alibi
    for other warm body lying
    in danger of arrest simply
    by sleeping,

    a loved stranger beside you.

    A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads.  If you are at all interested and get the time, Google “Stephen Mead Art” for links to his multi-media work.

  • You Will Not Be the Same by Stephen Mead

    You brought me cigarettes.IMG_0781[1]
    I brought you cough drops.
    Wounds were disclosed little
    except in momentary darkness
    after darkness.
    Those shades brought light in
    for quite some time.
    News has been flapping over:
    grey rockets, grainy planes…
    Our bodies——palm glades,
    our bodies—–sands.
    Tent life too occurs: spirit dwellings,
    cathedral canteens,
    stucco, thatch, bricks.
    Our faces peer clear
    from such mottled dots.
    You send letters I can cherish
    like no flag.
    I send a hair lock
    as if it were a parachute.
    In transition, times’ crazy waltz
    passes our photos around.
    Have you heard?
    Mine eyes have seen.
    Translate broken languages,
    our hybrid tongues,
    our multi-racial pasts.
    There’s such fertility here,
    such peril, and both signify change.
    Different you will be and me
    I expect too
    though the altered love
    goes just as deep.

     

    A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads.  If you are at all interested and get the time, click on “Stephen Mead Art” for links to his multi-media work.