eek, a frog, por 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)

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if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high

just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not

love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always

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

you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

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

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

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

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

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