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“Circus Cave Drawing” by Stephen Mead

“Circus Cave Drawing” by Stephen Mead

“Circus Cave Drawing” is part of a short art film, “Sketches of Glory.” Watch it on YouTube.

 

 

 

Three poems by Sankar Roy

Epic Lies

Penelope—Honey—please listen to me.
It is all due to that bitch Calypso, who
got me enslaved in her apartment in Gonzo Island.
Lost & tired, I was stalking in a park
near the all-female-dorm where
this dame and her nymph buddies live.
You have to take my word for what it’s worth
since I have no witnesses to prove how
I got myself into such a mess in the first place.

Well, she came forward and offered help which
I took because I had to. I had very little choice
but to get into her bed since the couch in her apartment
was already taken and there was no spare room where
I could sleep. It was such a torment to spend those nights
in her company: her bed was narrow, only one pillow

and I have to admit the moon was bright
through the window and the ocean was stormy
and how do I say, whatever I did I did
because I had to?

 

Extreme Makeover

Hera ends up in a Hollywood reality show
where she discovers the magic
of modern-day plastic surgery.
Through some creative hairdressing,
resourceful wardrobing and ultimate exercising,
she becomes one of those dames

that her husband is always after.
She even changes her name.
Holding a pomegranate on her palm,
when she meets Zeus on the valley of Mount Olympus.
Zeus cannot take his eyes off her.

Wed-locked ladies trapped with husbands in their mid-life crisis, Listen up—
No need to transform Lamia into a fiend
or Gerana into a crane. Simply chop off
the snake’s head and move on.

 

Land of Lotus Eaters

Latophagis, you’re a savage race,
deemed to be preserved for posterity,
poisonous but always effervescent
& always glossy. But I feel sad and cold,
so rescue me into your divine grotto.

Hold me tight like a kitten
and whisper a valium-song
into my medulla-oblongata.
I badly need some of your serotonin punch. Buddy-Love,
give me some liturgical allegro opium,
teach me how to laud the Creator Magnificato.

 


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