Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Slowly, meticulously breathing
withdraws his hand with the small blade
a bleeder now, nipped in the bud
compartment syndrome is a maybe.
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It would be good to reminisce
of all that's lost from childhood afternoons,
can they return to me, I miss
those endless hours that are now in ruins.
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The sentry stood, alone
surrounded by cold wind
and demons of his fears
when, silently it climbed
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I dreamed about an Easterbunny
on Zuma Beach, where it was sunny.
She would have graced big city malls
and told me she liked Matzo Balls.
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Young lady, may I be so bold
to steal a kiss to heal my cold?
You see, the germs I caught have screwed
inside my throat, which is quite rude.
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You know, my sweet heartbreaker,
you sometimes outdo yourself
when I would have thought that
further sweetness wouldn't be possible.
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An elephant is said to own
a room inside his funnybone,
it's where his memories are stored
from which he draws when he gets bored.
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A cadet named Hieronymous Sears
went to town but found nothing but queers.
At a weight-watch café
he could not even say
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He's a teacher and a preacher
and a good-looking creature.
I refer (did you gather?)
to the man who shuns lather
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I think about you,
now and then,
and then
again.
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