Byron Headrick

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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
...

I’m sad today
(Not the day the storm came
Killing the poor and elderly)
BUT
...

I have not known the
Salty taste the ocean
Leaves settled in the
Mouths of drown victims
...

I wanna
Life like Vanilla
A little bland
But expected smooth
...

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
...

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
...

I’ve got a twisted view of
Pain and passion
Intertwined among the
Masses. I believe in
...

She says my body
Has been desecrated
By the ink that covers
My skin – the names of
...

Smoking cigars, drinking
Scotch, setting outside
Candle light night
Writing poetry – seems
...

I don’t know why
But all of a sudden
All
The poets
...

I remember the licking
Of sweat
The taste of you spent,
Easy
...

Like Messiah, a holder
Of truth and sight
Behind broken windows
Of souls the eyes she has
...

Last night
I walked in the moon light
Up fairway hills
Through sand traps
...

Charismatic like a James Bond Villian
(Not the main, but the one on the side,
The henchman)
That has made, his psychical deformity into
...

Life is the best that ever
Happens to the most, fail to
See looking for more here
After but I ask you, if
...

Why
Do some of us
Seldom take the time to ask the questions
Of who we are and where we are going
...

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
...

FEEL FREE!
To
Judge me
And
...

19.

Have
You
Touched someone today?
I ask you
...

She said
She hates
Modern sexual
Imagery
...

Byron Headrick Biography

Born the son of a farmer and school teacher; raised to love hard work and the diversity of life; grew to love dirty Martinies, fine cigars and dice; Tried to live out the white picket fence Americian dream; Gave up to live out a life crossed between Hemingway Novels, Jimmy Buffet songs and e.e. cumming's poems; Fathered two of the most bueatiful childern in the world; Now spends his time raising his son and daughter and enjoying the breif adventures that life brings documenting his soul with poetry.)

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Orgasms And Happiness

Honey, wanna fly
Take a walk upon the steel rails – slide
Skidding, three-sixties the world turns below
Into fear. Wanna take a dive
Into Heaven or Hell? She sees her mother’s
Pictures of that sweet baby girl that
She recognizes much to well. Decides.
It’s alright. Someone cares.
She turns to leave,
But trips.

Honey, wanna drive
Into a brick back alley wall
Just after she scores and
Takes control. Woman your
Nose bleeds every time you
Contemplate love. She worries
About kissing the arms of
The world good-bye. Got to make
Things better.

Honey, wanna run in the night
Broken bikes and running thoughts
Woman goes insane upon misspelling
Her new last name. Woman needs
To listen to the good ole rock-n-roll.
Sometimes I ain’t strong enough she
Sometimes knows, but never
Let’s me know what dark
Things lay covered in her
Mind’s shadows.

Honey, wanna cry
Feel a fool at a busted garden gate.
It’s no secreat that dandelions die
And friends always need your help.
Why? Why do we shine like comets
Across the night sky – only to die. Wanna
Drink a gallon of pesticide and write
Poetry about the experience
“It’ll be alright, ” momma always said, “It’ll be alright.”

Honey wanna skip rocks
Across the sea when the waves ain’t
High. Woman falls ripping
Her dress as the universe explodes.
She knows there’s allot of things
That need changed about her life.
Wanna change her hair – paint it black
Cut it short like a boy’s,
But no one would notice. She thinks twice.

Honey, wanna spit
In every man’s eye.
Later decides
It’s better to lie
And just fake
Orgasms and Happiness.

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