Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Down And Out by Stephen Jarrell Williams

on the rim

of the spinning city,

at home in my dizzy whirl,

licking my computer screen,

dust of many,

buzz of more, more, more...

All the toxic leaders

soaking in mega tubs,

my lifeblood keeping them afloat

with my fractured family

and bent self.

Southland weather promising fire

sticks burning like pretzels,

salt of the earth leaving a slight stain

down the middle of the street,

shame, shame, shame...

I don't want to die just yet,

wanting to squeeze it before the crash.

I wanted what others wanted,

lost sight of the everyday glow.

The system corrupting.

My toes in the stir.

Round and round,

we all fall


Published in Shoots And Vines- December 2009

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

In A Dark Time by Stephen Jarrell Williams

In a dark time
within us and here,

we smooth ourselves over

with oil and gossip.

Beating our heels into the floor music,

paying more with less


Whistling old songs

like they'll save us.

Give us that shot,

vaccine against swine

boiled in the underworld.

There's not enough

lighthouses to cast light over the dying sea.

The fires are burning California.

Where's the great Kennedy from yesterday?

Only Dylan still has a spark to share.

We should march for something...

We're in a vacuum of overpopulation,

soulless mass,


in a dark time.

Published in September 2009