Terry Horn - More Poems
vulgar
marginalized
whittled
into
the shape of a
nun
kneeling
fingering a rosary
singing
prayers to god
seen as prelude
a commercial
about a commercial
money
gets you a look
unless
you know how to
read
can not
run away
can
possibly walk
can
still get
somewhere
just
wanting to
be
more than
opaque
slow down
the walls are
calling
blah blah blah
cheeseburger
may i have
an oreo
milkshake
you are what i
know i need
words trapped
inside
a speaker
we will be here
together
feel
the dreadful beat
and
do not
forget to dance
yeah to know
oh oh oh oh
this takes place
in a car
just off
44th street
does anyone really
like grand rapids
in the winter
just
a few
it is
pretty
cold and white
how
would you describe
it
not a word left
to say
a love song
so stupid
it
could only
happen to
me
was fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am
asking for a pardon
just let the clock
tick
alittle longer
found
what had been
missing
— — —
death’s release to
somebody
you probably know
heard the fatal news
said something about
not coming here
i surrender
waited
not really
just did not want
to wander
without and
how
that is nonsense
spoken
in thought and
in person
— — —
how
to release
yourself
from yourself
thru rhythm
or performance
back stage
concentration
hitting the mark
then the light finds you
empty
refusing to go there
would rather be thoughtfully
rich
as in a bird with
a sensitive beak
craving
never thought about being
captured or ruptured
or anything except maybe
landing after all
perfecting the difficult
the impossible
please do not let me leave
we can pray
often
seldom
invisible
because i see you
tortured parts and
by people you
know
always going never
going
to be the same
so you know better
your past life
as
a boomerang
please come here and
stay
save a front row seat
put them on a guest list
please come here and
stay
type a song write about
happiness forgiveness
found what was missing
forever waited
found what was missing
making me wonder
making me missing
frontal lobe silence
anticipated distortion
so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am
loving you
anyway
the brain being
a complex organ
full of pipes
and sound
lets
feed the hungry
exploit the faith
make it up
many years ago
when the blue moon
laughed and
the town followed
all the way
got the answer
needed
to advance
spoke fast without
consequence
became meaningless
then cut in half
here is what
we get
start then
finish
cried like a stream
gaining momentum
here you will land
here you will take
up space
to be filled in
later
how
this life
does
not work
hope
there is hope
everything
is nothing
he
said this
while
in bed
dying
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