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

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