Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I was born to be me.
Perhaps not to be free.
But to live as another
after knowing my mother
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It was the velvet, after all.
Not that bony ass of yours,
though I was o'r the moon,
as you would know and did.
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A little boy, so full of greed
for knowledge thus to nourish
his mind where every tiny seed
would enter, there to flourish.
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You couldn't know it:
It was your very last.
It tasted just like Amarone should.
And, had you known
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Under rotten vegetation
beetles practice fornication.
Daylight bothers beetles' eyes
that's why God made bovine pies.
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A bull who was a trifle bored
and tired to see humans gored,
had wandered through the market square
inhaling, as he went, the air.
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Madonna who was short and fat
lived in a unit with her cat.
They did enjoy the fifteenth floor,
could see La Jolla's ocean shore.
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A poet is a fragile ghost
God gave a paperbark as skin.
though he excels, when as a host
he draws your innards slowly in.
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There once was a copper named Drake,
he was searching the board for a snake
but the snake stuck around
and was thus never found.
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I loved the touch of you,
cool in the summer and so...
..shall we say, of warmth
in Continental winterstorms.
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