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Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

orient

webwomb’s not

the maker of me.

came into it

as falling is done.

down, only always

down.

tell you something;

i haven’t always

forgotten everything.

here, lately, only

trajectory matters.

never am

anywhere

anyway.

(2013)

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I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be

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trying too hard

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it by wasn't the told of so

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(being) the favorite thing

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

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes