Terry Horn - More Poems
we need more
bombs and guns
more girls and
boys
to kill
or be killed
where’s the enemy
who’s in charge
of the lieutenant
dreams of peace being
blown up
now
i am sad
turn everything into a
doughnut shop
she said
with coffee
served on wax paper
with an extra finger
to scrape off
that
glazed goodness
yes no
two years left
on the contract
take it from there
be happy
says who
wonder actually
encouraged
supported by
the muscles
in your legs
your thoughts like iron
you are
mocking me now
typically this
arrives around
ten
what makes it so
difficult
the action so
pointlessly extreme
talks like a kitten
purrs like a chetah
one of those things
looks like something
you ate
the nuisance was
a beautiful second
filled with magic
old and forgotten
new and forgotten
remember when
2 days later i
got a call said
can you
come and get me
arrived late
returned
just in time
dancing with you
in my arms
feeling
enlightened free
of
anointment
passion
dancing
on our finger
tips
took you to 131
south
that
will be
the last time
i
saw you
and wondered
hoping
crushed
like one of those cars
into
a small cube
felt your light
felt it often
even now
later
you left
and
remained here
sadness running from
the faucet
caught some with
a glass
left
for a week
on the table
the flowers are fine
dying slowly
hanging on
blame the vase
blame the time
away
the joy in
the occasion
a channel
illustrating
the
kama sutra in urdu
all the gods
seated
at the table
called to order
by gaia
jesus spoke
then buddha too
then the willow tree
roared
and
the room grew silence
gathering
around the tree
in the magic sun
and shade
prolific is difficult
and
in the time it takes
to make a muscle
started thinking
the illogical poem
the new deal
a bargain in your hand
you are not okay to
drive across the nation
outside of the outside
might be
someplace off 67 south
in west virginia
after all
she was scary
and it was all
a joke
was sad
because
of necessity
don’t have
time for that
a world
in need of art
explosions
fraudulent things
and vodka
usually
have a lighter
it took a scientist
with a test tube
the screen that
takes you
away
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