Herbert Nehrlich Poems

They met, thirty-one, all men
at 'Joe's' who still served beer.
And after hats and coats were off
they chuggelugged 'Hello'.
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A cook stood in the kitchen
and stirred Hungarian Stew.
His wife was always bitchin'
that's all this marriage knew.
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It was his eightieth,
they let him out
of solitary.
Nowhere to go.
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To heal the sick he said, the lord's ways are mysterious.
And off he went without my personal donation.
The papers couldn't print it soon enough, the healings,
and what a wonderful true servant of the Lord.
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Each night I fall asleep,
it is the true intent
to pull the sheets
up to my chin
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She had been diagnosed
and sent away,
the colony they said
would be a home,
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Doctor, doctor, how do you do?
Come and meet Skippy, the gray kangaroo.
Skippy and Joey, the one in the pouch,
Joey fell out and she now has an ouch.
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They bought themselves a giant bed
which had a foot end and a head.
A doonah soft as vulvar velvet
bookcase in case you want to shelve it...
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And on the beach today
I saw an eagle.
Was flying in from just above the waves.
And, when he saw me he
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Would you do me up dear, please?
Pull a little harder, they still growin'
Funny you should say this, they are not,
lard accumulates beneath a woman's skin
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