Byron Headrick Poems

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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