SOMEDAY

Momma’s dancing out
in the hands of night

taking everyone
to put her together

morning will come
slow clicking of her heels

her cheap perfume
wake of the city

night has made me old
made her numb

pity is poison
backbone tears

Daddy is an unknown
left years ago like smoke

someday we’ll move to the sea
she can grow old

bathing in waves
rhythmic tides changing her.

*First published in REAL
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DIFFERENT DIRECTION

Many of us Americans have been spoiled,
secretly tricked, used, made into the Great Satan.

Yes, we are fools raised at the carnival.
Eating our candy smeared on our faces.

But sometimes the beast awakens
slowly from the ether…

Trimming hair, whiskers, fingernails,
breaking the bottle of personality…

A stub of a horn
just under the scalp.

Stephen Jarrell Williams has appeared in several hundred publications. He loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night.