Posts Tagged ‘Stephen Jarrell Williams’

Cesspool Citizens

Someone needs
to lead us
out
of this
shit on sidewalks
shit on our souls

I’m slipping
with every step
trying to kick
someone’s ass

deep realizing
it should be my own ass
but I can’t reach it
dragging
on my laurels

I tried
to swing swift
a sucker punch
but missed
my crooked chin

somebody help me
aim and connect
a black eye
cut lip
bent nose

laughing
is all I have left
fingerprinting
poems on walls
erected excrement.

Patrons

Tub
full of tepid water and
tainted blood

a Madonna changing
her mood and
trying to seal her slit
wrist with Elmer’s glue

now standing on her balcony
dripping
nude
overlooking the city
fanning her flames
cauterizing her orifice

unable to utter
her groans echoing
citywide

hair between her legs
catching fire
eyes melting down her cheeks
breasts deflating

a savage
spectacle
all these years
everyone
paying
top dollar to see.

Suicide

You walk away
last time
look

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
pretending
you have wings…

 

 

Broken

Broken
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
swaying
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.

Secrets

The moon pulls us
more than you know,
tearing the sheets while you sleep,
unbuttoning
your night clothes,
spotlighting
tease of your body,
bringing the wolf out of me…

I pant and pace the room
with the moon wobbling in the sky,
pulling,
contorting
me
into something you mustn’t see.

 

Calling Me

Window
breeze seeping in
whispering
for me to return home

out of this
cold
loneliness
slow killing

will you take me
back
without remembering
all the wrong
I’ve done to you?

 

Looking Up with a Grin

She takes me
in the backyard
buries me
in the garden soil
face up
watering me
with her cool
squats of shade.

 

Visions

You settle me down…

Night shadows
across your body and face,
swimming in the air of my room,
wingless nude,
soft sorrow
I know
you’re not really here…

But I take you
always,
keeping me
alive in tomorrow’s glare.

 

 

The Apartment Squeeze

She cooks her bod between paper-thin walls,
sun burning through the open window
tanning her on the tabletop,
preparing herself to catch a rich man’s stare.

Her years numbered on the street
and eager escapes to the faraway beach.

Her nightmares escalate
thoughts of wrinkles under her eyes
and sag of her breasts in a distant mirror.

She rolls over, sweat squeaking on her hips,
starving her belly flat,
lips whispering prayers she no longer believes.

 

Hypocrite

He says he’s giving
something back…

Bullshit.

He’s just oiling
the grinding
of his own tired wheels.

 

Why?

Sometimes it seems I’m crawling
into everything everywhere
getting a taste of what I don’t want,

poor little worm
under night
drunk,

quickly on the road again
racing away
screaming
in my truck bubble,

too many wild parties
in my mind trap
writing too many poems
on the back of my hand
smearing a dream

putting the brakes on
finally
obeying the traffic lights
like so many of us
men to worms to men again.

Tell Me

Where will I go when you leave me?
I’ve planned it over and over…

Not really sure what I’ll actually do…

Sand in my eyes.
Pudding in my ears.
Lava in my throat.
Fire on my skin.

Tell me once more
we had it good…

Ready to Kill

Ready to kill
the old me
always noticing the negative,
questioning the good,
not believing the believable,
grumpy
lump
continuously squinting like a prune…

Pulling the trigger
now.

#33

Renting a room
for a night or more

drag
lag

carrying my bag of belongings
down a long hallway
to #33

carpet
stale

I feel I’ve been here before

senseless world depressing me

teeth
numb

drapes open
to a towering freeway
beneath the dimming stars

dimming stars
I cannot reach.

 

In The Wilds

City dogs
sniffing
chasing
the last of us
tumor free

endless ruins
glowing red at night

ransacking
piles of dead and dung

relinquishing our goodness
for a morsel or knife

unspoken hope
for a way out
to the green lands
if they still exist

urgency to sleep
in a dream of yesterday
yesterday
before the bombs bit
the big breasts of earth.

 

SMOKE DANCE

She dances nightly
everyone standing
clear

as she twirls
into a nude
blur

laughing
ignition
of fire

flames
stroking
onlookers

out into the dead of night.

PIT

They promise us
what
we want to hear,
and do what
we don’t want
in back rooms,
filled with our
tax money,
draining
into their pit
kingdom