Okay! I found this while sorting through some documents. I rather like it. I've put the initials of the authors at the start of each line. Please note that DB, not a writer, wrote the only line that sucked big time. Fortunately and THANK YOU, Tom Erdmann Jr. for pulling it back into a decent poem.
[te] We are the list of names who
[ck] don’t remember who we are but are sure we know who everyone else is.
[ag] We like the limitation of title.
[ts] We have an ear stuck in a rut of conciseness. (sic)
[db] True love never lasts but friendship does; thereby we may fall in love again through that friendship,
[te] unless we forget the names of our lovers
[ck] the names that echo in caverns of dreams
[jm] and pass us by on sidewalks in the city
[ag] names and names and names, the binds they birth;
[jm] identities bound and neatly labeled
[te] are stealing reincarnated identities
[ck] My life is your breath.
[?ck?] Hold me.
[ag] We are a stretch of flesh
[te] that Is an end to the list of names.
by: Tom Erdmann Jr.; Charlie Kopp, Alley Greymond, Tim Snyder, Janice Moe, and Dave Bachman.
