Take some time before the end of the show
It’s ours while we have it
Look past all the talking heads
Dripping words from popcorn faces
Beware of the hot butter and spike of salt
Scent of the temporary theater
Just don’t let the kernels get stuck
In your soul.
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom… Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.