The Popcorn Machine by Stephen Jarrell Williams

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

 

Everyone applauding

So exciting

 

Just don’t let the kernels get stuck

In your soul.

 

 

 

Bio-

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.