Two Poems by Dr. Ernest Williamson III

Cleanin' House

better daze
summer in autumn
corrosive headwinds
landing in dreams,
held in arms of chipped trees;
spruces were timetables of minced mustard seeds
bleeding from the orifice in hulk and blasting prodding lent.
better daze
comin' my way.
winter in spring
damaging racial spatial slurs;
marked with smut and planked scratches on parched
wood and stony rock;
swindlers and liars
leadin' me into the wasted new world,
but the blues is chewing my sores
so better days are comin'.
but not now
so I lean with glossy wine
waitin' on the street corner
dividing the prayers I've thrown
over and under the bridge
in better daze;
in better mocks of folk songs,
and corporate wrongs.
so
so long
to goodbyes
since I still have till sunrise
to shut up
and
die.



Peeling Gray Apples

acid from my eyes
melts the snow.
hemlock and bonfires erupt
in mid air.
spoken word,
poetry has lifted callow bricks
brick red
dead roads
leading to what we reap.
inside I've wrestled with terrorists
germs
inebriated coughing
deep bursting ash
from broken ties.
why must we bomb the earth again!
in the same places
places common
with grinding
grit.
pulse feeds no man.
in these days,
poets fill up Abbey Road
to find no
red wine,
just drips of water
making rhythm
with one too many
smiling
sinks.
the trees have titled downwardly
moaning for fruit,
for logic
for law
for order
for God.



Dr. Ernest Williamson III has published poetry and visual art in over 380 national and international online and print journals. Some of Dr. Williamson's visual art and/or poetry has been published in journals representing over 30 colleges and universities around the world.His poetry has been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology three times.Dr. Williamson teaches at Nyack College in Manhattan, New York and at Essex County College. Visit Dr. Williamson's website: www.yessy.com/budicegenius