Terry Horn - More Poems
She had many names
different identities for
different situations
a cab driver
driving me round and round
was not a victim
only acting in a scheme
achieving the necessary
spy thriller
watered animals
for a living
made her way traveling
bar to bar
take notes for poems
she would later write
some day
Never thought
could transition
and be so complete
conflict in a jar
with lid
then produced
touched with fire electric
keeps score and
advances
talks about air and matches
the moon becomes the sun
becomes the moon
get out and buy something
a hat a shirt an ashtray
3 kiwi and reading glasses
because it is needed
because of age
Finding respect
hard to believe
early in the late process
the idea combat
hand to hand
not yet
inside the blank
terrified
because it is concrete
ordered as if starving
in charge and empty
floats and pushes
floats and pushes
listening underneath the water
snorkel and mask
as above you serf
reconciling a wave
Remains unknown
and famous
the promise of nowhere
never had you
never wanted to
made you a ring
if you lived here
you’d be home by now
Inherit your destiny
your time traveling dna
your endangered future
the guarantee
rapid in a slow lane
injured
by a knife
and fork
free if you have money
otherwise
pay in advance
the beekeeper has nightmares
the sun refuses to shine
a warm meal
toast for the mourning
a lifetime adventure
celebrating unity
the death
of the emperor
Puts
A bullet
In my soul
How
Do I get to the Jupiter
Or Saturn
Says
It all with a smile
alone
just the ghosts
for comfort
i was alive
all for a good cause
achieving the unwanted
now the law of understanding
finally
while dying
all right got to go
tomorrow beckons
the sleepless night
necessary
the gift of life escalated
afterlife currency
meaningful christmas
a birthday with candles
then cake
Bada Din
what i have right now
the more i know
the less i understand
perfectly imbalanced
sufficiently fulfilled
how do you see yourself
while dying
get it
do not want it
not so
loud and clear
ignorance
takes over
learn more
changing into
what
tragic
god left heaven
to govern america
closes your eyes
open
just like before
only worse
funny
so i laugh
sad
so i still laugh
being an idiot
with a big heart and
realize
i’m next
hit the garage
close the door
turn on the engine
and relax
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