Poetry — December 31, 2013 12:00 — 0 Comments

Blue Yodel No. 1 – Harold Whit Williams

Let us both huddle around
That tiny golden fire
Inside the whiskey bottle.

Each sip, a breath of smoke.
Let us bow, pray to weather –
That hard norther howling,

Pawing at our windows.
Let us yawn and stretch
And down the last dram.

Let the remainder of my life
Be a library paperback, one
You toss in the backseat

And never return. Let us
Nod off and snore as my
Beard goes a winter sky grey.

Let Jimmie Rodgers skip
On our thriftstore turntable –
Woman made a fool out of me… 

Woman made a fool out of me…
Woman made a fool out of me…


Harold Whit Williams is a guitarist for the critically acclaimed rock band Cotton Mather. His newest collection of poems, Backmasking, is winner of the 2013 Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize, forthcoming from Texas Review Press in early 2014. His first collection, Waiting For The Fire To Go Out, is available from Finishing Line Press, and his poems have appeared in numerous literary journals. He lives in Austin, Texas.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney