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Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

Deathwatch Live!

only i could be this obtuse

 
a few
hundred million
dying days later
he emerges
into crazy
lightshow
hyperspace.
 
it's a reality-
glitch primetime
superspectacular!
 
like a great hand
seemingly played
nearly or just bad
enough. already
the sadness is
stalling some
slow rolling
or bluffing
or maybe he
decides. which
is what has us
all possibly, or
to him seeming
to be somehow
potentially this
unreasonably
 
worried so.

2016

Autres oeuvres par Herman Shorts...
leaning into it

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

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
every (other)

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
ergo

love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
 1
trying too hard

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
if ever someone is

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
those things on the cave wall

just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
 1
I imagined a scene, conspiratorial

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
he got to die

finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
 1
circumsized heart

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
always a blessing

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
Mothercake

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
late to the party, or did it always suck?

the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
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nice place

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

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem



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