eek, a frog, par 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)

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

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

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

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

we are nearly always a world which almost

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.

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…