Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I was thinking last night.
Close to midnight,
when midnight madness
drifts in from the regions
...

That blasted dream again.
I was in the neighbourhood
where gangsters of big business
and small sandwich shops compete.
...

A flea sat in the poodle's hair
because he had been stationed there.
His mother left to bug a cat
that's where she stayed and soon got fat.
...

A cloud which was designed for rain
was home to drops (that should be plain) .
The forecast had announced some showers
thus, in the early morning hours
...

She was exceedingly flat.
No fruit or other edible
could be used to describe,
in interpretative comparison
...

...and when I give I give with wild abandon,
no holds are barred, no watchers are considered.
I lay my head down on the tracks for you my love,
and if you want me all you need to do is take me.
...

It is as if a mother
who gives birth
at night, upon an iceberg
and then drowns.
...

Cabbage is Kraut
fermented then
makes what it's all about
the jury's out
...

When winds come from the Northern Ranges
and blow their lonely songs through trees,
when nightbirds follow season's changes
and razorbacks and elk roam free.
...

It was their wedding night
and things would be alright.
As they undressed she said
please, love, do turn your head.
...