eek, a frog, by Herman Shorts

eek, a frog

does a king come ready–

made, or doesn’t he

emerge from a prince

once a frog,

and aren’t you

supposed to kiss him first?

i think you’ve got things

all wrong, unless

of course, i do.

(2014)

let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate

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

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

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

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

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

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.