Terry Horn - More Poems
just want to dream
it could start now
anytime
she comes home
now
and then
a small cut
above
the right eye
you wouldn’t know
it
couldn’t tell
barely spoke
untrue
and consistently
elliptical
can
spit fire and
shoot
arrows with fire
spit
there were slaves
then some
people were slaves
humanity
justifies
shit becomes normal
today
and the new normal
where
slavery was abolished
replaced
abolished
almost never
abolished
just replaced
finding your master
free
like the air
nothing
here anymore
is
free
like the air
took a day off
took a week
went para sailing
took time off to learn
how
to make a napoleon
it was tasty
then went back to work
now
at work
where nothing
is
nothing
so the next time
you are
on vacation
think of me
lying by the
type writer
working
on making
all of this
better
so do that
should the writer be afraid of words.the fire people afraid of water,the junk bond dealer afraid of money.
does the electrician fear for life around electricity.
do pilots wave at flying objects,does the coroner smoke or drink.does the farmer grow pot,does the doctor drink green tea.what does the preacher say to jesus.
meeting buddha under the tree.
did you pay to go to college,did you study music.said you would pay good money to be an adult.all the while,the earth is turning,day is night,dreams of sleeping.just to dream.time to come and go.andy without 15 minutes or art.
you were fishing battery park.why?must not have known about the fish,going home to eat them.
should the mechanic be afraid of motors, the golfer fear the club or ball.who makes the gasoline.
the chef is working arby’s,the simpsons moved in down the street.it is nice here,they pick up the garbage
everyday.
should the astronomer fear space or the arms dealer.
just put sugar on everything.
there is a window.
care giver.when i was a care giver,i gave care.as a care giver,you spend time with someone who is sick and likely passing.it is helpless,it is madness.
words become useless.time became useless.work was a holiday,when you would drive me.
slowly,you would no longer drive.
by the time you knew it was over.
and today i wonder.
lucky enough to be here,to be a care giver.we find what we need and seldom it is what we want.all there in a frozen moment.the days were filled with air and hope.what you would find useless,less to less.gone,replaced by a different kind of air.
hope you do not go thru the same shit that you went thru here.that somehow,the design is different.intelligent.that we understand health and healing.does your soul need soothing.
a guilt free bakery,a hospital that works.a worry free new year,however functioning equality.
the same shit is still here.the same useless words,their mixed up meaning.
here you would be a baby.
leaving here for
outer space
left
you
a note on
the refrigerator
so
when you get
up and
grab the cream
you can read
it
if you want
while
you pet the cat
miss you
because
i know
you
are not here
anymore
making me
sad
on a sojourn
all along
just
never knew
busy
vast amount of
debt
owned
by a financial
institution
life is fucking
difficult
when laughing appears
impossible
busy
on a sojourn
watching
the leaf fall
never new
waiting
for the rest
maybe
there was more
maybe not
this is it
this high
rise apartment
overlooking
the sunrise
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