Poems from Stanley Horton
I'm shutting down again
Why not?
Nothing in this room
Matters to me
There is a hum
It is someone saying
Something
I smell cologne and...
This airship so vast
Glinting and rippling
It's silver skin scatters
In the clouds
The gentle hum of
Mighty propellers
So far away
How...
Soft beeping and little lights
A strange smell
I.V. lines and sea foam green
Striped curtains
My wife of twenty years
Laying there ...
The snow was always
So expressive here
It twists off the roof tops
Brushes the land
Settles in peace
At the fence posts
And trees...
You thought you were smart
Talking to aliens
on your ham
Radio
Now you're on your knees
In a pool of urine
Begging for life
behind a ...