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Stew You
Stephen Mead
do the piss, the moan,
that dance of elbows for eyes,
nose, mouth entangling self
as spaghetti sauced bossy by the boo-
hoo screws put to, put to anyone
as well who'd help to fend off
the lunge, the lash, a rash of rebuttals
further raising this temp-----
boil, scald,
the brooding silence of frozen ignition
'til you go, bent head flung round
the chair's back, a Picasso, monstrous,
of pathos humane.
Resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, https://thestephenmeadchromamuseum.weebly.com, Stephen Mead is a retiree whom, throughout all his pretty non-glamorous jobs still found time for writing poetry/essays and creating art. Occasionally he even got paid of this. Currently he is trying to sell his 40-year backlog of unsold art before he pops his cogs, https://www.artworkarchive.com/profile/stephen-mead