Terry Horn - More Poems
born Amish
imagine that
hand picked
by the big guy
carry the mission
buggy and horse
born polish
let’s make some sausage
buy some intestines
filled with ground stuff
so tasty
imagine that
born Irish
the wall crucifixion
saints in every room
chasing the savior
reality in glasses
so simple so pure
join the family
rough and gritty
locked into happy
Exclusive
serenity travels
passenger seat dreams
rolls down the window
with a button
turns the radio on
musicians
good will wardrobes
needed
a job to love
cooks up some
art
it rained
then it stopped
then it rained
then it poured
mystic sunshine
a sage
or a prophet
a woman with a shovel
harmony in the garden
silence in the courtroom
a holiday then
the circus came
unelectable god
role annoited
needs to work
who needs lies and promises
not the dogs cats
or children
surrounded by learning
and opportunity
life on a crazy
planet
look around
unnurished in time
the bread was beautiful
success elevated tradgic
constant joy waiting
done before worse
and better
do it once
do it right
no need to return
always sometimes
I am a ghost
standing
right here kneeling
in front of
us
why hesitate
everything you say
is lunacy
and rehearsed
every night a mare
horse shoes at the window
going outside now
to gallop away
came from a prominent family
of sea urchins
one at a time
they would disappear
some
bought an island
while others
worked the boardwalk
in wildwood
it was season
it was crowded it was loathsome
it was magic frowns and smiles
shaped by multiple encounters
with tourists
the ocean was a postcard
said
miss you and
wish you were here
15 years later
consistency means
missing you
your voice appears
let’s sing happy birthday
to you
She had many names
different identities for
different situations
a cab driver
driving me round and round
was not a victim
only acting in a scheme
achieving the necessary
spy thriller
watered animals
for a living
made her way traveling
bar to bar
take notes for poems
she would later write
some day
Never thought
could transition
and be so complete
conflict in a jar
with lid
then produced
touched with fire electric
keeps score and
advances
talks about air and matches
the moon becomes the sun
becomes the moon
get out and buy something
a hat a shirt an ashtray
3 kiwi and reading glasses
because it is needed
because of age
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