Terry Horn - More Poems
ode to a wave
a perfect day
for surfing
was a gauge
it measured
the wind velocity
gusts hit seventy
never got old
watching
for all these reasons
you arrived
wouldn’t want
to make that trip
would not
wish it on anybody
cause I took it
on the way pray
stop the car
and pray
whisper to the darkness
pray
constantly
had four took one
then
took them all
how stupid are we
must wonder
sometimes
would use the telephone
thanks
no need
to watch you pack
finally leave
the threat being over
it has ended
piled rocks
in a line
it makes a path
to follow
home at last
finally
home at last
sometimes
when I see you
I
freak the fuck
out
suicidal you
hand in glove
over the top
anger
aimed
at yourself
sad to see
even
sadder to feel
released
from the prison of fear
and the unknown
augmented reality
dilapidated delusions
drunks scream to
turn up the radio
scream
over the radio so
they can hear
each other
simultaneously loud
and boring
here to work
listen to
the reality of silence
the scream of pain
the radio
managing happy
the delusion
dancing
spirit crushed
reawokened
and still alive
no box to check
to be an anomaly
managed not fitting in
your life
of loneliness and
happiness
just enough water
for tea
made you a sandwich
the one you said
was your favorite
ended up in the trash
so I ate it
all
find it now
when
did life
become a commercial
wanting a potato
chip
not sure which one
the car of my mind
dreams
can’t take me away
another commercial
announcement
smiles for everyone
do you paint anymore
do you
sit in a room
with a paintbrush
filling in the canvas
I hope so
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
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