THREE POEMS – Stephen Jarrell Williams

Posted: October 9, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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You walk away
last time

deep into the street

swish of your hips
neon breasts

stairway to the roof

you’re done with me
and my kind

seeking the stars
you have wings…




before we met

I only caught a glimpse

your face a mask
your body an instrument

you played well
gleaming in the dark

soft music
of the phantom

with a twisted little switchblade.



Shadows on the Wall

You tried to tell me
a few times when I wasn’t listening

our shadows on the wall
with our slick sickness

nympho with a conscience
beating yourself into our bed

I was the gangster
continually layering my shell

finding you in the morning
limp in the bathtub
raw and pink from scrubbing so hard

I couldn’t speak
unsure of what I hadn’t done

I could only pat you on the shoulder
whistling some sad song
hoping that would do.

  1. mskatykins says:

    I particularly like the final poem – love that narrative voice. :)

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