Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Two Poems by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Flash Poetess

in and out
before the white coats
encircled her

their circus tent
making spectacles
of her kind
in the center ring

she didn't want that
keeping most of her secrets
from the glare of the spotlights

but she told enough
to make us believe in her dreams.

Last Night

I caught her
weeping in the shower

liquid pearls
clinging to her skin

she had made her decision
never to drown

in the deep dark drain of fame
still sucking at her feet

holding out her hand
I took her wet to our bed

wind from the open window
fanning us into the morning sanctity.

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/

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