Victor Henry- Three Poems

GENERATION X LOVE

 

She senses his interest in her,

A Generation X woman

Who never liked Billy Idol,

Who never read Dennis Coupland.

 

She’s a free swinger, a top hand player,

Drives a hard POV, like a car salesman.

He’s intrigued by her silence. By what

Little she says. He wonders who she is not.

 

He’s a tradionalist, a team player,

A throwback to the silent generation.

A man set in his ways,

Unwilling to change or learn,

 

Slow to adapt technologically.

Yet, a hard worker.

At night, in bed, beneath the covers

They strip, remove their masks.

STEALTH

 

She steals your heart from your chest,

Leaves you with an aching, empty cavity,

A black hole imploding in your tiny, miniscule universe.

 

She offers you tea from China and Hors d'oeuvres,

Pate on ceramic plates, a foie gras feast.

A chance to redeem yourself.

ACTORS

 

You’re all good for nothing.

You play on our emotions.

You think you know us.

 

Then in the third act

You reveal yourself

To be us in disguise.