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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)

Altre opere di Herman Shorts...
sidereel

oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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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
craft

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

let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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those things on the cave wall

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

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

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
design fault

you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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backstory

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

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

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

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
reflections

reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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Step Back

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust



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