A Minstrel for Love
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Good-bye Girl by Stephen Jarrell Williams
I lost
a wing
on the flight
down from Utah
L.A. girl
brown bread
dropping a few crumbs
in my cupped hands
returning to her home
sure of herself
inviting me in
meeting her mother
we stayed out late
running the streets
her tail a tease
in the neon lights
dancing in a club
I told her I'd leave
early in the morning
my desperate warning
we hurried to her backyard
under a blurry moon
rolled on the lawn
whispering good-bye good-bye.
Published in The Scarlet Sound- April 2011
a wing
on the flight
down from Utah
L.A. girl
brown bread
dropping a few crumbs
in my cupped hands
returning to her home
sure of herself
inviting me in
meeting her mother
we stayed out late
running the streets
her tail a tease
in the neon lights
dancing in a club
I told her I'd leave
early in the morning
my desperate warning
we hurried to her backyard
under a blurry moon
rolled on the lawn
whispering good-bye good-bye.
Published in The Scarlet Sound- April 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Alone by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Almost asleep...
Hearing your voice...
Looking about my room...
Waiting for a shadow to move my way.
Published in The Scarlet Sound- August 2011
Hearing your voice...
Looking about my room...
Waiting for a shadow to move my way.
Published in The Scarlet Sound- August 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
I Wanna Go Home by Stephen Jarrell Williams
I wanna go home...
sweet Texas
hot
on my lips,
horny toads
shooting blood
through their eyes,
dust rising
behind my old truck
spinning down dirt roads,
my Yellow Rose
waiting on the front porch,
her dress unbuttoned...
thunderstorm bathing
in the backyard.
Published in Deuce Coupe- June 2010
sweet Texas
hot
on my lips,
horny toads
shooting blood
through their eyes,
dust rising
behind my old truck
spinning down dirt roads,
my Yellow Rose
waiting on the front porch,
her dress unbuttoned...
thunderstorm bathing
in the backyard.
Published in Deuce Coupe- June 2010
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Pathways by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Are you just my fantasy
Keeping me
Steady in the near insanity?
Are you touchable
Only in my thoughts?
Will I hear you
When you tell me
The truth?
I’m already turning
For the shade beneath the trees,
Where I will rest
In a place for two.
Published in Kritya- January 2010
Keeping me
Steady in the near insanity?
Are you touchable
Only in my thoughts?
Will I hear you
When you tell me
The truth?
I’m already turning
For the shade beneath the trees,
Where I will rest
In a place for two.
Published in Kritya- January 2010
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
No Return by Stephen Jarrell Williams
We catch ourselves
saying we can never go back
across the bridge
into the sun-drenched thickets.
But the smell of pink tangerines
brings us here again,
on the border of no return.
We eat on the side of the road.
The old music hasn't lost its zip.
The dust rises and falls as we dance,
our skin gleaming.
I have wronged you right,
all of these years.
You step away giggling,
trying to convince me
I can change the way I see
the dying flow of the landscape.
You have already turned,
loving
my hands exploring,
like we have never been here before.
All the world is green.
The city looming in the distant smog
and fire.
Published in Chronogram Magazine- June 26, 2008
saying we can never go back
across the bridge
into the sun-drenched thickets.
But the smell of pink tangerines
brings us here again,
on the border of no return.
We eat on the side of the road.
The old music hasn't lost its zip.
The dust rises and falls as we dance,
our skin gleaming.
I have wronged you right,
all of these years.
You step away giggling,
trying to convince me
I can change the way I see
the dying flow of the landscape.
You have already turned,
loving
my hands exploring,
like we have never been here before.
All the world is green.
The city looming in the distant smog
and fire.
Published in Chronogram Magazine- June 26, 2008
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wet by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Quiver of skin
remembering
taking you
home
under a rainstorm
windshield wipers swishing
your warm lips on my neck
in the backseat of my mind
the feel of you
peppering me with the pain of pleasure
missing you now
in an open field
car stuck in mud
years compressed
leather of my boots
still shining
the lightning you struck.
Published in Black Lantern Publishing- November 2009
remembering
taking you
home
under a rainstorm
windshield wipers swishing
your warm lips on my neck
in the backseat of my mind
the feel of you
peppering me with the pain of pleasure
missing you now
in an open field
car stuck in mud
years compressed
leather of my boots
still shining
the lightning you struck.
Published in Black Lantern Publishing- November 2009
Friday, June 10, 2011
Joys of Madness by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Staying up all night painting
the enamel ceiling dark hues of blue
yellow stars and white lightning
dunking fries in catsup
drinking Pepsi
chewing ice
knowing the whole world is
sleeping on its back
kicking at the universal dream
loving
night shadows on soft skin
music playing in another room
lying quiet
holding on
holding on
to the joys of madness.
Published in Camroc Press Review- 2009
the enamel ceiling dark hues of blue
yellow stars and white lightning
dunking fries in catsup
drinking Pepsi
chewing ice
knowing the whole world is
sleeping on its back
kicking at the universal dream
loving
night shadows on soft skin
music playing in another room
lying quiet
holding on
holding on
to the joys of madness.
Published in Camroc Press Review- 2009
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