Terry Horn - More Poems
took in the wounded
birds fish
chipmunks
the occasional rat
and me
won’t say that
anymore
speak
as if
you
we’re in the next
room
drifting towards magic
we
have the best
mortality rate
truth displaced
paranoia deployed
know new normal
shoot me
so
I can heal
is water
beholden
whatever piece of
history
you point to
I
still can’t
read you writing
get a new phone
now just
about every year
live
like a human
in a tree
a spider
in a rumson mansion
here’s
a photo
of Jersey City
and the Atlantic
ocean
it’s new
like a kitten
wondering who
won art
prize
wonder
who will be
the next president
the next poet
the next in
line
maybe the
the Internet
knows
maybe not
the future
is
here while
you
struggled
with slavery
domestic violence
and
a car
without
a steering wheel
championing a
broken system
passes a law
makes thinking
a felony
a prison on every block
armed babies
waiting
to overthrow
this
lacking obedience
reclaimed idealism
resetting your will
a brain
as god drives
a bobcat
takes off her helmet
finds a cigarette
to smoke
may we all arrive
prays for the past
imagine’s
someplace special
specific
completely incompetent
withholding empathy
relaxes in the comfort
of contradiction
one world
all it ever was
a globe
drifting
in mind and space
looking
for astronauts
that is
what a good friend
does
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