“Party,” poem by Day Williams

Party

The hostess sells her paintings, thirty bills
Apiece, to pay divorce attorney’s fees;
Sammy swallows two hundred fifty pills
And drinks green tea for immortality,

And Nancy Narcissist preens in front of
Seven antique mirrors while the Vid Man
Records her every gesture in self-love
To make a monument for her mad fans.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

Psycho Sal checks the bathroom medicines,
Hot Pants the Supermodel checks for lint
On Stocktrader Tom’s sleeve; he drinks and grins
At Sallie’s dirty jokes (she’s worth a mint)

As she plays the latest music, knows the words
To every track and turns her back to Jack,
Who winks at her across a couch and bores
His editor, who suffers heart attacks.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The Scientologist concocts a tale
To keep her on the tabloid covers; strange
Professor Vaughn has cut his penis off,
Tells students that the President’s deranged.

A kitchen pair play spoons to backwoods tunes,
Tuxedo Tom has tickets for the show,
Front-row seats for an aging pop tycoon
Who sells him his fresh drugs from Mexico.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The rapper spills a drink and mops it up
With Cover Girl’s fur coat, her belt, her lace;
The late-night host slips her a mickey, licks
Her ear and cheek, and keeps a poker face.

The rising starlet bats her eyelashes
At the producer who has lost his wife–
A plane crash in the Andes–she lunges fast
To him as he derides the right to life.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

She checks her cell and pops a pill, she stops
To reapply her lipstick and her rouge
While Greenwich Village painter-man talks shop
About his triptych featured in the Louvre.

The gender studies major wants her X
To be a Y, so she has joined a cult
Where chromosomes are curdled by swan necks
In Psilocybin syrup for results.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The upstairs bedrooms brew with body heat,
And no one talks about the campaign man
Who lured two girls downstairs with bags of sweets
And stories how he fought the Ku Klux Klan.

Behind the banister the nightgown kids
Sneak peeks at smoke and drinks and tailored clothes
‘Til Mom shoos them upstairs to watch their vids
Of princesses who would not decompose.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The anti-fascist who derailed a train
Announces that the honored guest has come
With spells to share her Spirit-Cooking pain,
To make the babies squirm and squall in tubs,

To drink for power the adrenochrome,
To hypnotize with lights and chants and codes.
“With eyes wide shut start fires to chomp down homes,
Destroy the Old, bring in what will corrode.”

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs
This party’s goin’ down.

~Day Williams

Sestina: Blood Covenants

Sestina: Blood Covenants

 

To make a wife for Adam, God spilled blood

By taking Adam’s rib, and Eden’s peace

Was sweet until they broke the law of God,

Who promised through another covenant

A seed to crush the serpent’s head. By faith

They left, the cherubim a flaming sign.

 

After the Flood, the rainbow was a sign.

God said to man, “Don’t eat your meat with blood

In it and do not kill,” so man by faith

In the Lord God Almighty would have peace

With Him and blessings in this covenant

Where Noah intervened for man with God.

 

Years later, Abraham was tried by God

Through sacrifice of Isaac as the sign

Of faith, the center of this covenant

In which in Isaac’s place a ram shed blood

As God commanded. Abraham gained peace

And blessings, for he showed unyielding faith.

 

After the plagues fell, Moses by his faith

Led the Israelites from Egypt, then God

Provided Ten Commandments that give peace

When followed, with the Sabbath Day a sign.

The Levites sacrificed the bulls, whose blood

Was confirmation of this covenant,

 

For blood must spill before a covenant

Will work. The Israelites, of faulty faith,

Failed to follow Mosaic law, and blood

Of bulls did not atone for sins. So God

Made David’s throne eternal, and the sign

Was the sun and the moon. Man failed, and peace

 

And land were lost to Roman rulers’ “peace.”

Now Israel had failed each covenant,

So God in grace and mercy gave a sign:

The virgin was with child. Not works, but faith

In Him would save a man, He taught, and God

Offered eternal life through Jesus’ blood.

 

I have sweet peace through Jesus Christ’s shed blood,

For man has a new covenant with God

And the Holy Spirit is the sign of faith.

~Day Williams

Workin’ for the FBI

Workin’ for the FBI

Tell me a tale, you go to jail
You give me guff, you’ll see who’s tough
You get me pissed, you’re on the list
When you are killed, I am fulfilled

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You lie to me, you won’t be free,
Don’t call me out, I’ve got big clout
You “patriots” are monkey butts
You “citizens” are firing pins

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

Embarrass us, we’ll fight and fuss
That Finicum was overcome
A cowboy hero was one big zero.
Don’t mess with fate, dude, we shoot straight

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You want the law? That’s us, McGraw
We’ll find pretexts if we are vexed
We lost some texts while having sex
And we’re perplexed below our necks

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You’ll go to jail and have no bail
We’ll hide your file with you’re in trial
You’ll never budge, we own the judge
So we can say she’ll go our way

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

~Day Williams

“Ronald the Crankster,” poem by Day Williams

RONALD THE CRANKSTER

The needle slips inside the vein,
The tubing tight around
The arm, and Ronald feels a rush
That lifts him off the ground

Of the men’s bathroom stall at the hall
Where bowlers knock down pins.
The needle and the tubing go
Back in the pack. He grins

And springs out to the Reno street
To dumpster-dive and score
Once more in a parking lot
Near a casino floor.

“This is my change of lifestyle, cop,
I slam the speed and go
Outside to root in garbage, not
Like cranksters at the windows,

Listening to walls. I used to be
An alcoholic. . . . Why,
With all the tweakers round, stop me,
A long-time Reno guy?”

~Day Williams
October 17, 1995

“Imagine,” poem by Day Williams

IMAGINE

Imagine you’re in heaven
It’s easy if you try
With hell below us
Above us only Christ
Imagine many people living for the Way

Imagine there’s more borders
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
When the saints come marching through
Imagine all the people living life in peace

You know that Christ is the Redeemer
And He’s the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And we will see the living Son

Imagine joyful worship
A world with peace and love
No sin, no greed, no hunger
A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the Word
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the Body will be as one

~Day Williams