third circle (completion), by Herman Shorts | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

third circle (completion)

first

fruits

hardly

a handful,

the garden

a weedy mess.

inevitable success

makes an old man lazy.

some sneering kids

with shining eyes

ought to come

kick my ass

to the beat

of my own

punk rock

heart.

2016

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we are nearly always a world which almost

finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center

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leaning into it

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

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if ever someone is

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

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

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

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

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the very idea that i could be

always a blessing

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

it by wasn't the told of so

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

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

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

people, mostly all

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

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

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not