Thursday, March 4, 2010


by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Don't leave me
with your girlfriend.

My horror stories
will crush her in my bed.

She will stay. Will stay
with the window open and wind
blowing over her wounds.

On my pillow
she will moan at the ceiling,
as I lick her down...

She will beg
for the lightning in my stick,
sticking her again and again...

And you were so glad when I went off to war...
never knowing what would come back.

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