Terry Horn - More Poems
on a mission
in the hands of business
crushes the fine line
criminal salvation
this time around
it will not be
different
what the fuck happened
now more than ever
not since the stone age
we the people
we the dinosaurs
we the caring
left dying
the reality being
this
can’t do it
can feel it
in my breath
released
to the frozen air
lips sweating
preparing
to look out the window
here
direct from nowhere
my outpost on
mountain top
and
my love of the sidereal
with midnight
even if
you called yesterday
call again
look
find the best
for you
the benefit
sleeping
in the doorway
no lock
no key
only you
strangers in the twilight
again
only you
and that is what is
gone yep it’s
only you
started a band
everyone
played out of tune
at first it
sounded like cacophony
eventually
the sound evolved
Beethoven’s unpublished
symphony
then it made sense
another good choice
a brief knife fight
who
would want to hear that
more evolution
then it happened
the new sound
it’s great
my gosh
a shift shaper
donated my brain
to the underworld
my blood to a poem
24 seven and
no time
only stood up
rich on a planet
you can not understand
this is goodbye
never spoken
there are no words
left
when we shared
when it was written
when we laughed
didn’t see it ending
now i do
now i will
now i know
now is forgotten
drawn together by air
wakes up
feeling
like a human being
a bother
a contribution
on top of that
breast feed
overweight
where is the connection
the evidence
the headline
the death of death
life
constant urgent
and wonderful
gratitude permanent
licks herself clean
does not shower
by the time
it’s over
we will be finished
keep hoping
keep praying
keep regretting
just keep
going
the group
has the power of
the individual
she dressed
like a man
while
i dressed
like a woman
and
we both knew
how to act
slightly concerned
now we are ready
can talk and sing
come see us
i
won’t be here
make an appointment
for
the hostage situation
involves thanksgiving
surrounded by the stuffing
how do i reach you
when
you are not here
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for the homemade
lord
you are beautiful
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