cool it, di Herman Shorts

cool it

cool this angst some

with beer, amazing

how it works, three in

and suddenly ashamed

that i could hate

everything so much.

(2013)

thank humanity for beer, if nothing else whatsoever.

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...

here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming

bring me things to break myself upon till

leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter

reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.