Terry Horn - More Poems
everyone is drunk
they
knock on
my
door in
the middle of
the
night
i do not answer
i
pretend i
live somewhere
else somewhere
far away
next door to you
blue
green
red
black
pink
mauve
orange
turquoise
teal
purple
cobalt
kelly
gray
and finally
yellow
waiting for death or
ice cream.waiting for
that little reminder of
such immaculate hope.how
we believe.how we honestly
move forward.
if someone told me that.if someone told me that they made money off
agony,they
did.and are looking forward to it
again.why i
understand.waiting.for a happy ending.
what a waste of life and time and dignity.a
fucking waste.
there is a beginning.volcano goddesses and even
that guy who ended up in
utah.eventually nevada.
saint helen of the cliffs.please find
it in your heart to push me over.let me
fall and fly.
across the pacific.
we are doomed by the idiotic pace.do not
blame the birds or the trees.
there is an ending.followed by a very new
beginning.
if you really want to do me
a favor you would stop acting and
start bitching about why this took
such a shallow meaningless turn
sitting on a bench
under
the lilacs
can you
promise
me
anything
yes
i can
it just fucking will not be
what
you think
it might be better somedays
it might be rain
disguised as
snow it might be
you
and i doubt that
it might
be a cat
looking
for a treat
sucks
sort of
like
this
you
know
who
you
are
respect your life
repeat
the mantra
does not
arrive
in the mail
notice anyway
hear the birds
she sings
life comes with a miracle
do not trust
applause
tends
to be misleading
almost always
thought he was god
thought he had some
knowledge
so
I believe
respect others
I always
hope
all it was
was loud
dogs and cats
doing
crazy shit
and
everyone
having babies
the house
that
came with cats
so
when I moved
in
they were here
waiting
for me
so
fix the place
up
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