Moving On
Night dampening my bag of belongings
Walking down the railroad tracks
A chill coming from both sides
Consecrated woods and deserted fields
Black Widows hiding under the rails
Webs on wooden beams of a splintery bridge
A river cutting across the naked back of the land
Directions I've been and squandered my luck
I'm jobless at the end of another season
Calm and accepting and low on spit
Towns and cities in the faraway landscape
Dimming lights rusting soft behind me
I cannot see any other escape
No truth beacons or winning lottery tickets
A few women moaning for my touch
I am that fading apparition
Heather was a spunky young girl
Took me on her roller-coaster climb
Pink hickeys around my tattoos
She sucked me into a desert with a single crossroad
Small town and not enough jobs
And she knew I was too long a phantom
With her voodoo cigs and electric bras
She ramped me up all those crazy nights
I'm not broken just badly worn
Down a bit beginning to grin
A train whistling in the distance
The Midnight Savior a quick and easy way out
Heather the last relationship of consequence
Moving on to the next bearable life.
Setting Her Free
Above
Powdery scan of stars
Wishfully extending heavens
A silence beyond
Reverent
The air down here
Slow curling sweetness
Garden in the dimming sunset
Soft soil cultivated
Bare feet walking
No show of secrecy
She has a spirit of wings
I would hold her
Contain her
But I have learned that lesson
Into the distance her silhouette
Disappears
Rainless
As the moments break
I bow
And set her free.
Desperate
Slipping out
of my skin
out of my mind
spirit searching
airborne
limitless unknowing
I'm raw
a see-through shadow man
desperate to find the truth.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write in the middle of the night with a grin and grimace and a flame in his heart. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at deadsnakes.blogspot.com
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