“Party,” a 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

“Shift to a Rift,” poem by Day Williams

 

Shift to a Rift

The students used to march to stop a war;


They flashed peace signs and smiled and gave out flowers;

Today, youth run to wreck and burn our stores–


They have no constant cause but grasp for power.

In Berkeley they campaigned for more free speech;

Now they cheer censorship by Big Tech Chiefs;

(Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

They spur illegals to break laws and leech
From citizens who earned their property.

Yes, they would say, “You who control, don’t lie;”
Now they embrace reporters, slick and sly,


Who claim the President’s a demon-guy
When he’s prevented wars and helped us thrive.

Their hate and censorship have been a shift
That deeper widens this great country’s rifts.

 

~Day Williams

Day Williams

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Secret Wars of the CIA John Stockwell part 4

 

 

“Unknown Soldier,” poem by Day Williams

Unknown Soldier

I never wed and never owned
A house or truck or car;
I loved this land, the greatest land
That sits beneath the stars.

War was declared, the call went out
For strong young men, so I
Weighed pros and cons, and right and wrong,
Enlisted mid-July.

I took a bullet in the heart
While running through the flames;
I paid the price, life sacrifice,
And you don’t know my name.

Remember me when you are blessed,
When troubles turn you blue;
Remember me, remember me,
I gave my life for you.

~Day Williams

A soldier guards the “Tomb of the Unknown Soldier” in Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia near Washington, D.C. The Tomb of the Unknowns is a monument dedicated to American service members who have died without their remains being identified. It is also known as the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier; it has never been officially named. It is located in Arlington National Cemetery in the United States. The World War I “Unknown” is a recipient of the Medal of Honor, the Victoria Cross, and several other foreign nations’ highest service awards. The U.S. Unknowns who were interred afterwards are also recipients of the Medal of Honor, presented by the U.S. presidents who presided over their funerals
A soldier guards the “Tomb of the Unknown Soldier” in Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia near Washington, D.C. The Tomb of the Unknowns is a monument dedicated to American service members who have died without their remains being identified. It is also known as the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier; it has never been officially named. It is located in Arlington National Cemetery in the United States. The World War I “Unknown” is a recipient of the Medal of Honor, the Victoria Cross, and several other foreign nations’ highest service awards. The U.S. Unknowns who were interred afterwards are also recipients of the Medal of Honor, presented by the U.S. presidents who presided over their funerals.
Photograph by Day Williams


Salute, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, “Known But to God”
Photograph by Day Williams

FIRST CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

FIRST CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

1 Now these are the divisions of the sons

Of Aaron, for the sons of Aaron were

Nadab, Abihu, Eleazar, and

Ithamar; 2 Nadab and Abihu died

Before their father, and they had no children;

Therefore Eleazar and Ithamar

Did minister as priests. 3 Then David with

Zadok a son of Eleazar, and

Ahimelech a son of Ithamar,

Divided them as to the schedule of

Their service. 4 Now more leaders were discovered

Among the sons of Eleazar than

Ithamar’s sons, and thus were they divided.

Among the sons of Eleazar were

Sixteen heads of their fathers’ houses, and

The sons of Ithamar had eight heads of

               Their fathers’ houses in their midst; 5 thus they

Were split by lot impartially, for there

Were some officials of the sanctuary

And some officials of the house of God,

From sons of Eleazar and from sons

Of Ithamar; 6 Nethanel’s son, the scribe

Shemaiah, one of the Levites, wrote

Them down before the king, the leaders, Zadok

The priest, Ahimelech, Abiathar’s

Own son, and heads of fathers’ houses of

The priests and Levites, with one father’s house

Taken for Eleazar and with one

For Ithamar. 7 Now the first lot fell to

Jehoiarib, and to Jedaiah

The second, 8 and the third to Harim, fourth

To Seorim, 9 the fifth to Malchijah,

The sixth to Mijamin, 10 the seventh to

Hakkoz, and to Abijah was the eighth,

11 Jeshua had the ninth, the tenth went to

Shecaniah, 12 and to Eliashib,

The twelfth to Jakim, 13 thirteenth went to Huppah,

To Jeshebeab, fourteenth, 14 fifteenth to

Bilgah, the sixteenth to Immer, 15 to Hezir,

The seventeenth to Hezir, Happizzez

Received the eighteenth, 16 and to Pethahiah,

The nineteenth, and to Jehezekel went

The twentieth to Jehezekel, 17 and              

To Jachin went the twenty-first, to Gamul

The twenty-second, 18 to Delaiah

The twenty-third; the twenty-fourth went to

Maaziah. 19 This was their service schedule

For entering God’ house according to

Their ordinance by their father Aaron’s hand,         

As the Lord God of Israel had said.

20 And the remainder of the sons of Levi:

Of sons of Amram, Shubael; of sons

Of Shubael, Jehdeiah. 21 As to

Rehabiah, of sons of Rehabiah,

The first was Isshiah. 22 Of Izharites,

Shelomoth; of the sons of Shelomoth,

Jahath. 23 Of Hebron’s sons, Jeriah

Was first, and Amariah second, while

Jahaziel was third, and, lastly, fourth,

Jekameam. 24 Of sons of Uzziel,

Michah; of sons of Michah, Shamir, 25 and

Isshiah,  Michah’s brother; of the sons

Of Isshiah was Zechariah;  26 Mahli

And Mushi were Merari’s son; the son

               Of Jaaziah, Beno. 27 Merari

               Had sons by Jaaziah: Beno, Shoham,

Zaccur, and Ibri, 28 and of Mahli was

Eleazar, who had no sons. 29 Of Kish:

The son of Kish, Jerahmeel, 30 and also

The sons of Mushi were named Mahli, Eder,

And Jerimoth. These were the Levites’ son

According to their fathers’ houses. 31 These

Also cast lots just as their brothers (sons

Of Aaron) did, before King David, Zadok,

Ahimelech, and heads of fathers’ houses

Of priests and Levites. The chief fathers cast

               Lots, like their younger brethren in the past.