Terry Horn - More Poems
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
she recognized
it was uncomfortable
and in other news
the warmest year on record
they met
talked about it
what creates a problem
the vegan world
the one we live in
looks like a deer
must be a gun
loves the taste of blood
presumably
cursing god
safety
being in trouble
studied jazz
mostly piano and
learned to improvise
took the program
told the sponsor
make me a promise
follow thru on
your education
then we hugged
was so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am
asking for a pardon
just let the clock
tick
a little longer
found
what was missing
_ _ _
the death release to
somebody
you probably know
heard the fatal news
said something about
not coming here
surrendered
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
backstage
concentration
hitting the mark
and 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
tortured parts and
by people you
know
please come here and
stay
save a front row seat
put them on the guest list
please come here and
stay
type a song write about
happiness forgiveness
found what was missing
waited forever
found what was missing
making me wonder
making me missing
frontal lobe silence
anticipated distortion
so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i was
loving you
anyway
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