Stephen Mead – 1 poem

Trouble, Joe


The statues are wearing blindfolds

as the footage goes grainy:  M16’s & tanks…

Are we each the other’s shield here

or stones for the stepping?

Cycles, cycles,

while in a hospital some man’s collecting skin,

his own.


This ritual comes from the Egyptians,

yet where’s the painted urns, the myrrh,

the oiled perfumes?

In a crowd, at a sea shell shop

an old lover’s scent comes back

on someone else & suddenly all is the damp

sticky cling wrap of sweat & seed…


God, how to stop jumping—–

Transition the absolute whorls

of those calcified shapes whitening

the shelves…


Once I saw their likeness arranged on a grave:

Shells & polished stones set amid beads & flowers…

Drowning?  Being of ‘these times’ then?

but the forms, recollected, they recollect me

to the good & the true

as a tank


grows into nose-gays

& the flesh-shed hospital man

rises like Nike.



Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer.  Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online.  He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, The Chroma Museum  

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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