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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)

Autres oeuvres par Herman Shorts...
if ever someone is

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
day two

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

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

shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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labeled falsely

I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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always a blessing

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
that's what she said

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
someone said, be desireless

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
for me

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

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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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…
fstr thn vwls

drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
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superman issues

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



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