Terry Horn - More Poems
another sandy hook
another minneapolis
dec 2012
Aug 2025
and in-between
to qualify
to be a mass shooting
at least 4 people
need to be injured
or killed
not counting the shooter
so
since 12 dec 2012 until 27 Aug 2025
4,642 mass shootings
2,476 deaths
19,252 injured
and
4,641 days
West Virginia
NPR
4 hours of
cherished classical music
every morning
bending
until the afternoon
who
would have thought
a one and miss Terry
and of course
all things considered
ending in a mountain
song
at the bue lake
winter ice and snow
hearing summer
an oboe concerto
on the grass
on a blanket
tasting
the pine trees breathe
Gonna go
shit myself
do
you want to watch
madness in the details
almost a joke
think
I will
make another record
life
the pure twisted gift
heartbeat adjusting
to daylight
love
the magical word
heard with one ear
open
back to surrender
drama fought
by somebody else
met with
unreal failure
making exists
walking in shoes
full of
life
one at a time
let’s go disappear
eat some cheese
melted
defining ignorance
then it fizzled
a body sculptured
in silence
called another craze
today
will set myself on fire
bury my ashes
picture this
hitchhiking
the road open
life without seatbelts
the thrill of the destination
hollywood followed
accessories choosing
a scar
must be fashion
making me feel
special
for awhile there
felt like wearing a
noose
life in a cornfield
then the world screams
put on a hat
cried in a hankie
opened a bottle of
tears
made it all work
bizarre badge of honor
heart felt gesture
ten cheering
loyalty and love
relaxing in a mud bath
nobody fits in
shooting a question
cracked a door open
life in an ant farm
grew tired of waiting
here’s a toy
the appalled nothing
creating radio drama
old school heroine
stupidities badge
here’s your spotlight
think I’ll drink some tang
wealth power
and moral decay
arrives today
as history unravels
a personal problem
strong harmonies
heartfelt promises
just want to be a drummer
finding ambition
impromptu performances
difficult to ignore
understanding depth
eternity collapses
taking the world by storm
drives the force with
an expired license
studied music with a microscope
a microphone
found a gold chain in a garbage can
wore it as a belt finally
found the buckle
it was bold
kinda wanna not
your
hatred arrived before
you even got here
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