Terry Horn - More Poems
i remember
yesterday
like
it was
yesterday
and unfortunately
you
are no longer
here
for me to see
as time goes by
do
you dream
of
lakes and oceans
and people
smiling do
you
the child
appeared
lost
minus meditation
legs crossed
humming
that melody
for me to see
it rained all
day last
night
i was here
i know
sleeping
you will be
on
your own
you
know
armed
with a pen
so we both know
it was
about to end
drinking
spinning
trying
to top that
somehow
i know you
can
fell into place
the 3rd note
in a cord
the knife
on the table
the drugs
in your pocket
the cross
around you neck
grew up
wanting
to be an apostle
hang out with
jesus and that whore
mary
got that story wrong
bucket number six
tension fucked up blue
hair and a voice that
could produce nausea and
ultimately stunning orchids
and hyacinth
which i would crush
with my awkward
paws and leash
your beautiful eyes
spin the wheel
get out of this one
it was
the last time
we
would speak
forever
memories
it
was the
first
time i felt
full
was wondering
was wishing
was
captivated
needing only
light
then some
shade
all
the necessary prayers
say them
daily
say them
knowing
someone
hears
yelling matches
about
leaving who
would get
out
first
under her tongue
she keeps
plutonium
and a couple of
words
she hardly even
uses
my home
must be somewhere
thru the window
not even whispered
clear as the sky
came here as dust
with a ticket
marked
to anywhere
not
doing any of those
things
still
at your side
a good
day
to
stop feeling
any
pain
nobody
will ever
hate
you
like me
telling me to
wait
a little longer
you were busy then
betraying
all making sense
to someone
inside the seed
wish it were a plant
edified
then i could eat it
maybe
then
i
could make it
grow
turn it into something
breathtaking
you fucking pig
fuck
do not need you
generation of swine
all grown up
thank you Hunter
for trying
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