Due to a concatenation of circumstances, 2007 has been cancelled

I'm sorry to be compelled to make the announcement here, but 2007 has been cancelled. The Editor's nasty flu, a complete lack of pie, and the deceptively zombie-friendly weather (and simultaneously absent zombie holocaust) have led the Editor to declare 2007 a complete wash.

However, anyone wishing to reinstate 2007 as a year in good standing may send the Editor a pie, cure the flu, or kill a whole bunch of people and reanimate them, giving them a strong desire to eat the living flesh of others.

Thanks,
The Editor

The love poem of a creepy old man

To continue the theme of bad poetry, here is a poetical offering written to a good friend of the Editor's by a former professor of hers, with whom she had a short relationship recently. This was his tribute to her beauty and charm, reprinted with her kind permission:

The name carries far
Beyond any claim,
No gravity to contain
This daybreak,
Or beauty each breath taken gives back.
The light on your skin,
An astral kiss in the dark histories
Of what might have been,
The place where exhausted worlds dream
Of going.
And that vanishing point, too,
Concealed like a weapon or gift,
Where life and little death happen
To the chosen who bring you there,
Where pleasure and pain merge
Like true believers,
Reckless in knowing.
Your heartbeat behind manic drumbeats
And electric strings
This awkward body cannot keep time to.
Your soul hidden by constellations I want to see
But dying stars I may already inhabit.
Your light forever trapped in the time and space
I have become.

There's not a lot to be said about this, except that the author of this poem teaches writing classes. Let's hope his students don't pay very much attention to his lectures. My friend is offering a prize for anyone who can make any sense of this poem, other than the thinly veiled reference to orgasm in the middle.

FYI, Tifanie, I don't think there's a single woman in the world who would want to be described as having abundant thighs. That's got to be a turn-off. Thanks for the excellent comment, let the bad poetry continue unabated!