Jason Floyd Williams


the pull of destiny.

After performing
a small surgery
on a dying roof,
my grandfather and I
went to a strip joint.

Unknown to us
that we would meet
Destiny,and that she
would doa lap
dance for us.


contributions.

Certain things you can
predict with ease–
We’ll destroy ourselves w/
chemicals & war, then
become slaves to evolved ants;
it’ll rain somewhere
on the planet in
April;
and that elephant
at the Medieval Faire
will flip out–
stampeding thru humans
like King Kong putting out
cigarettes.

I’m guessing 2 years.

Any intelligent animal would:
Roto-tilling footprints over & over
in the same small circle.

I’m just glad I got to ride it
before it happens.


resurrection.

They heard the story of Lazarus
while in the womb, so
when their dog– the one
their father had shot to teach
them a lesson in
ownership & responsibility–
had de-thawed from its
winter death & arose
to greet them & Spring
w/ half its skull exposed,
brain smiling w/ new activity:
They cheered for Jesus!

The father led the dog
away from the children &
gave it another bullet
and a deeper grave.


foreign aid.

Flower Clown goes to India
& answers the tiny
outstretched hands of
hungry children w/
balloon weiner dogs that
explode when
bitten.


the cake!

Brando pounds table,
Women scatter, friends wipe mean
Faces, and drink more.

-all poems previously published at My Favorite Bullet