Terry Horn - More Poems
time
invented by a
flower
passed
on to a bee
that
will
eventually sting
me
time
a whisper
heard
centuries ago
on a ship
crossing land
that
would later
become
the ocean
Pacific
if
I live to be
1,000
900
count it down
if
I live to be
60
so what
of
I live to be
80
imagine
of
I live to be
10
hope I grow young
if
I live
then
make something called
art maybe
preparing for this
plans
a speech
a suit
a rut
a death
a moment
to relax
never
you
broken machine
lifeless
useless
for parts
or metal
a soul
sold
on speculation
one day
never
you
can pay me
back
at the beach
yesterday
playing
with the sun
from
here to eternity
that
was yesterday
too
just about
almost
ready
typical
not easy
using words
glue
love
bullet proof
or
uneven shade
came hear
pen and paper
plug
without a socket
a
switch that
says
on
blood everywhere
blood inside you
runs the course
runs out
moved slow
goes
to fast
elation
following circumstance
followed by
life or death
hidden from you
so
go find some
did I see something
awful
remarkable
neither
both
runs out
needs
to be
replaced
and
that
happens
happy in the air
destiny or not
anyway
count to 8
repeat
get a vision
how
why
8
not enough questions
to many answers
heat is a molecule
what invented math
science does good
keep the molecules moving
here I sit
eating toast
mind full of holes
instead of leaving
stay
create something
lasting
maybe a pine tree
a shadow
maybe that power
came here
amazed and disappointed
amazed
by nature
the sound of birds
sunsets witnessed
what a gratitude
your eyes
just sitting
by your side
then we would fight
should have
just taken a walk
held hands
then we would fight
you missed boxing sparring
too
couldn’t stand that shit
got the physical
not the violence
the sound
of your flesh
felt better
as a kiss
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