Byron Headrick

I’m sad today
(Not the day the storm came
Killing the poor and elderly)
BUT
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Honey, wanna fly
Take a walk upon the steel rails – slide
Skidding, three-sixties the world turns below
Into fear. Wanna take a dive
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I have not known the
Salty taste the ocean
Leaves settled in the
Mouths of drown victims
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I wanna
Life like Vanilla
A little bland
But expected smooth
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Fresh cut grass, hides the stink of
Hot asphalt at the street café, where
Four years earlier, I met Jennifer
Adjusting her bra, when no one saw
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Starting over fresh, isn’t like starting.
The fear is the same, but less.
So is hope – NOT like getting
Your first apartment meeting
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Last night
I walked in the moon light
Up fairway hills
Through sand traps
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I’ve got a twisted view of
Pain and passion
Intertwined among the
Masses. I believe in
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My friend thinks he can choose who to fall in love
With and Pounce De Leon years ago searched for
Youth in a fountain drink. My friend ties knots in
Straws frustrated that I disagree and Pounce De Leon
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She says my body
Has been desecrated
By the ink that covers
My skin – the names of
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Smoking cigars, drinking
Scotch, setting outside
Candle light night
Writing poetry – seems
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I don’t know why
But all of a sudden
All
The poets
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I remember the licking
Of sweat
The taste of you spent,
Easy
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Like Messiah, a holder
Of truth and sight
Behind broken windows
Of souls the eyes she has
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Charismatic like a James Bond Villian
(Not the main, but the one on the side,
The henchman)
That has made, his psychical deformity into
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Why
Do some of us
Seldom take the time to ask the questions
Of who we are and where we are going
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Like a shovel of sand over a hole, she can
Complete me and I her. Aged like wine
For the tongue of the other, made sweeter
Fortified with stout liquor. Enough to make
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FEEL FREE!
To
Judge me
And
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Have
You
Touched someone today?
I ask you
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She said
She hates
Modern sexual
Imagery
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