shamefeast, por Herman Shorts | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en Poéticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

shamefeast

better fucking

eat it all up. time

is getting drunk

& may puke, be

rude, before finally

slipping off to ruin

some other poorly–

run personal universe.

we’ll hold our applause

until we don’t, i guess.

until certainly not

a trick. a heavenly

escape, one idea

away does imply

inherent stupidity.

the bird is crow

& i’ll have seconds.

(2015)

Otras obras de Herman Shorts...

yes, i'm saying

yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid

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

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the very idea that i could be

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

negative gravity

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

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

we are nearly always a world which almost

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

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chronic, yet pressing issue affecting development, function

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

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

people, mostly all

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

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

america thinks i'm dead

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

simple fail, no malice aforethought

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time