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“Powder Burns by Stewart Stafford A lone boy prowls a murky sandbar, The cataract sky, judgemental kin, A wrecking-ball life's flattened vista— Any hopeful resolution growing thin. Alley dice swallowed all naïveté, Fixed or cursed, he remained unsure, Surreptitious bone-white erotic charge, Legacy besmirched by fame impure. A neon safari hunt of the vanished, Luring victims to his flytrap home, Murderous brief interval to loneliness, A purring predator refusing to atone. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Powder Burns by Stewart Stafford
A lone boy prowls a murky sandbar,
The cataract sky, judgemental kin,
A wrecking-ball life's flattened vista—
Any hopeful resolution growing thin.
Alley dice swallowed all naïveté,
Fixed or cursed, he remained unsure,
Surreptitious bone-white erotic charge,
Legacy besmirched by fame impure.
A neon safari hunt of the vanished,
Luring victims to his flytrap home,
Murderous brief interval to loneliness,
A purring predator refusing to atone.
© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.