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Black Ice Inversion

By Stephen Mead

Intimations of hypothermia sweet as condensed milk

thicken blood, a sort of peace,

this consciousness releasing stillness one with a chill

while envisioning bedding changed, bad dreams washed away

from linens, the sheets pulled up, cleansed crisp

beneath the chin, the comforter's padding,

pattern side folded down as a cuff,

downy bath upon your skin

with the protection of night tucked all around

to wipe blank the farmer's fear of soil slowly caked

to barren dust after so much toil

as if the whole world were suddenly salted

to match these tears - the only watering

after heat baked flakes starched as snow

drifted in with the ticking radium

to a final flood of winter everywhere

as blackening amber, the gaseous sun burns,

feeling frozen.

About Stephen Mead:

A resident of New York City, 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. In 2014, he began a webpage to gather various links to his published poetry in one place.


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