horn pome

so he sat watching as you blew your frustration

out through your horn is your pen

writing manic poetry as he does not

understand up straight mom would always

tell him he would be something great might

never happens every time he take an

interest not in him and you have known each

other for quite some time has passed the

deep dark cave of his mind and see right

into the heart of your horn pome

did he say you would understand what he is

saying he will make it even if he does not

know when or where is the point he

thought he was trying to make a change the

channel and you will find there is still

nothing good on the box where he stands

trying to make a difference is that they do not

see him for who he is and bet you do not

even know he will not repeat himself so

many times he gets a little angry as he watches

and sure he sees what they see as you play

no one sees that in him and finally

warm weather blows through you horn another pome

and he knows what he says that and can’t find his

sanity do not remember where he put his

finger on the problem and hand over the

good one and up the scale the wall and reach

the roof of his mouth has become so dry

patch of road leading him to another

thought he saw something in her eyes were not

seeing him but what does he know he can’t

compare to your horn pome

the sky is finally clear away all he has never seen

so much confusion hits him in the facing

the wall not proud of who he is not what

he wishes he was someone with a talent like yours is

what he does not envy but wish he could

compare to at least so he could be happy

with himself not for anyone more time he closes his

eyes and here is your horn pome…