Terry Horn - More Poems
those people came
destroyed this place
rapacious billionaires
the millionaire collective
they got the money
lets
burn it all
and
start over
just a phase
“you are
the only thing I have”
then
the border guard
took away her
daughter
it is an order
from
the president
from
the attorney general
and
I cannot believe
I am
writing
this
I am
eye of the spider
I want
to develop my
mother’s habits
quirky
what
do you think
you are saying
for profit
detention
centers
time was a customer
I am here
to buy glasses
we have
water glasses
wine glasses
colored glasses
we even have
glasses for parfaits
supervision
that is
what
you have
maybe I was
and
do not
want
to do that
anymore
I visited a
painting
once
and when i
left
I took some
color
stayed forever
in
my eyes
taking this
moment
to wonder
if
I will ever
see you
again
happy
like a bar
like a church
like a celibate
priest
is it sunday
grace being
polite
learns to
walk away
finally
lasting in the happiness
she could dream
arrive and disappear
cloak and dagger
stuff
time bent stupid
true
insufficient
do not ask
do not ever
do
that again
the
giant hand
that saves
babies
the
world’s largest
toilet bowl
filled with music
just
a bunch of
spoiled motherfuckers
and thieves
bitchin’
about welfare
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