nice place, by Herman Shorts | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

nice place

god is unwelcome

in suburbia, the cells

are too comfortable

there, & love rests

best under stars.

tell me, again

how nice

things are

there where

nothing is ever

shattered properly

& nothing grows but lawns,

boredom & the dread of death.

(2014)

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