for me, par Herman Shorts | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

for me

i love you

for the doubt

you show me still

possible in this body

where you show me

it sits in wait

for love like

a laser to

turn into colors.

no trick to

make it

leave, no

never. stay and cry

this bathtub full.

i love you like

her lips

smile, her eyes

(w/o makeup)

her hair

twirling

round her fingers.

i love you like

my favorite songs

always remind me

i love you.

Autres oeuvres par Herman Shorts...

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

2

if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but

1

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

song for baby mia

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

circumsized heart

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

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

Pavlov's girlfriend

I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming

1

1

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

1

here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious

1

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

1

people, mostly all

people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring

1

1

it by wasn't the told of so

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no