Time for me to fly

from your gargantuan claws

nest heavy

in your squat

tits like mountaintops

sagging from overuse

wrinkled neck rings

numbering your years

once a beauty

displaying to the gods

naked dance

lines into the woods

now… you’re just shit-faced

featherless and bald.

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Stephen Jarrell Williams was born in Virginia, his parents native Texans, and has lived most of his life in California. He has done everything from mowing lawns to being an executive at a software company. His poetry has appeared in over two hundred publications. He loves to write, listen to rock music, and dance late into the night with a gun on his hip.