JEFFREY-PAUL HORN - POEMS

Born 1983 in Utica NY. Briefly attended ARP in 2001. Since then I've lived in various states across the country. I've been writing poetry since my early teens and recently had 3 chapbooks published with claresongbirds publishing. My aspiration is to leave a positive legacy through my art.

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​HER

​She came in
in lights

I was drawn to her madness

I told her I liked her
but I lied

She rode the wind
and danced in fire

She was Daphne
and I her Apollo

We were warriors
of a wild wonder

and I told her I liked her

but I knew

That like the snow
in cold December

the rain in birth of spring

or like Oden
or Romeo

like Icarus
Pericles
Gilgamesh

Just as Lear
and Achilles
and Bellerophon
before me

I fell
like the leaves of autumn

I fell into her like rain

POEM

​There is a man
with bone through nose

sword and knife
arrows and bows

skeleton face
of bone and blood

a man of terror
war paint and mud

straw haired priest
he's donning skulls

surrounded by kinsmen
he strikes fear in all

Whether on high
in love or hate

I have a man
with ancient traits

with fiery aura
hellish frenzy

he beats a rhythm
never ending

on drum of skin
of vanquished foe

he beats his rhythm
wherever I go

Only once have I seen him
through a wild haze

I knew he had been there
through all of my days

At morning sun
or in nights embrace

I feel his presence
in any space

In dawn of treachery
in times of low

there's a man behind me
this I know

ODE TO MY HOMETOWN

​Empty, shallow, nothing, damn
kiss my ass you greedy pigs

covered in shit
reeking of hate

I love but in hate I live

Hotel rooms and airplanes
take me to that familiar place

In asteroid skies
the crimson tides
running through a dreamers mind

Instead there's infest
rat poison candy bars
golden brown murder

Take it all in my friend
my witness to the end
Likely to be the advocate of death
the bearer of poison lust

Dead to the touch
blind to the truth
and ignorant youths

The smell of trash mongers fill the air

Tension

So bow your heads to these headstones
burials and lipstick blowjobs

Bow your head for me

For I am trapped with no escape

A child scared
Yet without a care I wander these lonely streets
another animal

135 more pounds of prey

PULP

I am the pulp

She is the prize

Marvel of majesty
before my eyes

Intertwined

A starry gaze
always befalling
this fuzzy haze

I know not
of lover's sin
Unaware
where to begin

Visions of lust
an unending agony

Our story unfolds-

And when the darkness dawns
we lovers will long
for fires deadly passion

In bird song
we will go on
to life's unwieldy bastion