poetryrepairs #236 v17.04:042

STEPHAN MEAD : Cadillack
STEPHAN MEAD : Leave Off Lights

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So the shocks are shaky & we dropped a hub, we blew a fuse but, hell, in an epidemic, these things gonna happen, these things will be tests. Now who’s giving you a new injection? Is it non-toxic? Cost a mint? Them mechanics says pay up, get on the plan, but they wanna foreclose & we ain’t overdrawn! Well, never mind. I’ll get us a jump start, find some cables, mosey away. Now there’s a lawn we could drive in, dive right down as if the green were a pool. Look how it gleams—— moonstruck bright neon & overhead’s a maple, all illuminated stained glass. Is this an autumn for us, some early frost, November’s lips? Come on, roll the roof back. Listen through the breeze. Bet those stars are trying to be echoes. Sure, we’ve been riding rims, burning off rust, winding through the planet. But them dented fenders, this tail pipe's ghost has still got a few miles to it, still remembers how to groove. Just say you believe me. Just hitch yourself like a box car & I’ll be your main trailer. We don’t need that old carcass anyway. There’s a Pegasus sign flashing. There’s a convoy pulling out. It ain’t all over for them so say you’ll try & we’ll join up like gypsies. By the moving shadows of our wings, shoulder to shoulder, there’s no burden to this dark. If you can just dream it as light, then just say the word, baby, just say it: it will carry you.

poetryrepairs #236 v17.04:042

Leave Off Lights

Blues man outside, The windows clear with those tones Golden in this dusk Going deeper, The warmest shade Worn after years of burrowing In our dream time cathedral Town of boulevards Van Gogh luminous, Yes, really green in such dark, Such wandering towards anything Touch might be

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STEPHAN MEAD a resident of NY, is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, "According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)", a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial.

  In 2014 began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment: http://stephenmead.weebly.com/links-to/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead (worth viewing! –ed.)