Archive for the ‘Stephen Jarrell Williams’ Category

God is that you
waiting in the middle of all my loved ones?

Thanks for the gathering
why did I have to spend that past life
unseeing whatever I saw?

I’m afraid
I’m upset
You didn’t explain
that hell of a process breaking me down
when I didn’t know which way was up.

I was a big fathead
wearing a hat too tight
strutting around in my own mind-squeeze
couldn’t You have given us a few more burning bushes?

Read Full Post »


I wanna go home…

sweet Texas
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.



The months go by like flaming moths in my room.
Darkness lit only for moments by their flickering
dives to the floor.  My bare feet absorbing their crashes.

I am a giant of loneliness.  Hacking away at words.
All my plans have followed the world mood to be
in the action, center of interest, doer of the deed.

On my bed I collapse, pulling my captured clouds
over as blankets.  My dreams meshing with everyone
born of this age.  We are losers…

Oh God, are you there?
Unravel me.  Pat me on the butt.  Set me free
to try again, win your favor, understand this step
before hell…

Could you do that to us?
Make a place to fry our bones?

I don’t want to go there.
Please, lead me to a paradise
where I can start over.

But give me a head-start this time…
Tell me what it’s all about.

And don’t let Eve be so sneaky.
Or give me a little more brains.

Read Full Post »

Our poems exploding
on the smooth glass of perfection,
on the computer keys
screaming and sighing
we will be buried

not remembered
by anyone
in this world

all of us on our bellies
in the end earth
spinning slower
weight of all our dying bodies
striving, striving
for what?

Please wail with me
this moment
having something left to say,

whimper of electricity,
a flash of a poem
from a peppering of holes in our heavy heads

Read Full Post »

A single howl
Across my backyard,

Evening approaching,
An old song in my head.

Where are you now?
Has the sea swept you away?

At some distant shore do you await?
Your face cold?

I am here forever,
Too worn to move on.

Forgive me
For not understanding…

When we were young
And believing

The end always ends well.

Read Full Post »

The clouds are opening,
Those that gave the rain.

The grass wet and clean,
A stillness waiting…

Open the door,
Take my hand…

Glide with me
Over the land.

The wind singing
Its magic hum…

All the living intertwined
with the passing away…

Death is a doorway
To the essence of being

More than we know.

Read Full Post »

They killed my sister.

Hung her
on the side of the road.

An example
not to tell,
when you see
how they pull our strings
from birth to premature death.

She was a good girl.

Changed her clothes behind the door
leading the revolution.

She’s still alive in spirit.

Her voice sweet
as a lioness at their throats.

Read Full Post »

Somewhere out in the dark
spiked sand-traps waiting

fingers made of frayed metal
ready to grab under the ground
face of Iraq

wanting to tear our flesh and snap bones

our truckloads rumbling into a town of huts
impossible to glide over their bulging veins

bomb blast
jerks the underworld
into our rubber tires

careening off the dirt road
we check our boots and balls

filing out into the hollow blackness
we take position
pointing weapons at whatever moves

but nothing moves in the now stillness
not even the breath of their buried mouths

we are civilized and chew gum
into the morning glare
our sunglasses peering across the gap of worlds

we spit and create storms
choking them with our dust.

Read Full Post »