Art: Painting Black Flags in the Cerebellum by Brett Stout
poem for myself at 19
crow gets high on a
saturday afternoon, laughs
at the sound of christ’s voice,
taste of mary’s tears
says he will give you his
children
but not his addictions
says he will fuck your god
like the bitch that she is
asks only that you see the
humor
in everyone else’s pain
About the author:
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications).
In the artist’s words:
Brett Stout www.deviantart.com/brett-stout Brett Stout is a 40-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and paramedic. He creates mostly controversial work usually while breathing toxic paint fumes from a small cramped apartment known as “The Nerd Lab” in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. His work has appeared in a vast range of diverse media, from international indie zines like Litro Magazine UK to Brown University. He is tired of talking about himself at this point and prefers that his artwork speak for itself.
