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Loaded by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Posted in Stephen Jarrell Williams on January 28, 2015 by Scot

She always has a hand in your pocket
Arm around your back guiding you
To those bad places you can’t resist

Making you hard she never stops
Ambling up to the bouncer at the door
He lets you both enter because of her eyes

Down the hall and into the dancing crowd
Music pounding from a stage band sweating
Puddles on the floor reflecting flashing lights

You’ll find a table later and drink
But first she whirls you onto the dance floor
Doing her continual spectacle entrancing all

You have to boldly show your gun
To keep the lusting crowd off of her
The gun she loads for you every Friday Night

Saturday Night
And Holidays.

AFGHANISTAN VISION

Posted in Stephen Jarrell Williams with tags on January 6, 2010 by Scot

Barefoot I step on bullets lined in shiny rows,
boots drying by the fire flickering and popping
the Afghan night, heavy air
pushing my ears in, my balls in, my mind in
a constant crunch,

I’m a natural smoke dancer,
trying to chant us all the way back home
to the valley city with palms and pretty girls
staying up all night in a music wash of sighs,

my troop hoping I make it, pulling them with me
through time and reckless sins
stirred in the morning coffee of old men
dictating where we piss and who we piss on,

I fall flat on my face, sweating,
the bullets scattered by my toes,
a bullet,
a toe,
blurring

trance
connecting
thousands of miles meaning nothing,
the magic of America,
magic from long ago

memories
bringing me home for a moment
before our deaths.

SOLDIER BLUES by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Posted in Stephen Jarrell Williams with tags on December 6, 2009 by Scot

City in the distance
burning,

vulture jets circling
over pillars of smoke,

ground shaking beneath his boots,
wanting to break ranks and run

hoping for a-go-home
wound,

fear infesting shadows,
only dreams carrying him home,

thoughts of his girl near
saving him,

wanting to grab her naked hips,
pulling her into his bones,

but nothing helping him out of this
suck of war.

AMERICAN DESTINY by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Posted in Stephen Jarrell Williams with tags on October 18, 2009 by Scot

Half the night listening to them
licking their fingers of barbequed chicken,

out my window they cover the earth
rolling their joints out of Bible pages
unafraid of dying,

a thousand tribes mingled and massed,
no remorse

America splitting,
tipping into two seas,

tearing down the middle: land, cities, people…

She made me tie her to the hood of my car,
naked and posing and laughing with speed

80 mph down the freeway
busting through tollbooths,
wind howling

going off the cliff believing she’ll sprout wings.