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Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

entreaty

we are

nearly

always

a world

which almost

was, an exception

being when we are

so sick with love

there are no

words, no

choices.

find me

there &

this time

keep me

past the fever.

show me things

can sometimes be.

(2013)

Altre opere di Herman Shorts...

the nature of the enemy

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

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses

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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…

superman issues

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

(being) the favorite thing

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

evolutionary imperative

stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?

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ideally, a metaphor captures it

love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.

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

orphans milk the queen

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

things to avoid

dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular

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when (finally) we meet

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

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Deathwatch Live!

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me

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

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