Our relationship suffers from work force reduction �
Neither one of us tries anymore,
And you say I have changed, since
I became an executive
And I say you have changed, since
you started watching soap operas�
The young and restless
The bold and beautiful
And when I look at you
I see no thing of beauty
Just pain
Like Halloween candy with a razor blade surprise.
I wonder when I will leave
Because loving you has been and fled
Leaving me behind.
Byron Headrick
More Poems
It is the stuff of all poetry
of all fear
Watching movies on showtime is�
the spitfire grill, the price
of a kiss and the one about
the guy who runs off with
that neurotic girl who likes
to play with guns and legos�
Is like finding old letters signed
with �love always� never
Delivered
Is like finding the first poems
you ever wrote, about the
first girl
you
ever kissed
When holding hands was
Love
Nostalgia trance
It�s sitting in a packed
Coffee shop at an empty
table for two furiously
scrawling angry words
and dotting the I�s through
four pages
It�s a waiting car
with a full tank
of gas that can�t take you
anywhere you want to go and
at the same time can�t
take you
far
enough
to matter
It is the loss of passion
sitting back in the corner
dressed in blue jeans and
a T-shirt trying to blow
out the candle so you
can use your flashlight
and hoping the batteries have
Died
When you can identify with
Crucify and
Blood Roses
except sometimes you
feel like the
Chicken
Only wanting meat in the aftermath
of her cause it may
Never come around again and life is
not like the
Princess Bride
Mike Young
As she moves towards me
Her beauty becoming evermore alluring
My eyes are unable to leave her
My mouth unable to greet her
I am startled and bewildered by the sensation of her
My senses reach out to absorb as much of her as possible
I wish to become lost in all she is
Her creation must have been divine
All who lay eyes upon her must be in awe and stare
I cannot fathom the truth in my own desire for her
I can only try to understand why she enchants me so deeply
I don�t even believe for one minute she feels anything like I do
That she even sees me at all
Yet I stare shamefully almost leeringly
I feel as though I am in violation of some sacred law
Would I ever learn not to be fearful?
Cautiously I convert my stares to meek glances
That are like a rich, sweet delicacy to my mind
Desiring to know her as much as one man can
I make contact with her eyes and I am rewarded with a smile
Now if only I could speak
By Corey
A bed is cold
unless two are sleeping
a nakd warmth
under covers & still air
an arm over my shoulder
a hand on your chest
curled up on a mattress
too small for two
but made up in the distance
By Holly
Byron, guest, Ashley, and Holly (standing).
Not pictured: Angela, Corey, Dante, Abby
