Terry Horn - More Poems
In
one of your tears
was
a story
it
hit the ground
got told
in the sun
in this window
in the cats
eyes
another
terror filled
heart warming
adventure
another day
I hope you find
your fucking way.that is
it.find your way.use
poems.they do not care.
they will help.oh yeah.
and do not ever forget.
your only job ends.
the rest is kindness and
sorrow.
if i knew
how
to sleep
i
would.if
i knew how to
read i
would.if
i knew
how
to fuck
i would
be
some kind
of
inspiration.a real
cup
cake,
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
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