selling tears, por Herman Shorts

selling tears

if you enjoy this

pain, all expressions

of it, being here

compiled, then, yes

enjoy them, but

i cannot care, this

would be, for me

akin to selling tears.

(2013)

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

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

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

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

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…

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

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

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

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

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

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

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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which