Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Take a bowl of stainless steel,
a mahogani paddle,
then pour two pints of heavy cream
a bit of citrus peel,
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His mother had been right.
The glass on all the windows
transformed itself to shapes
of the most beautiful of flowers,
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He has, indeed, with luck perhaps
managed to grow an inch above my head.
The stewardess who walked with him,
as they de-planed was duly smitten
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It was five o'clock in the morning
when I saw her, and, sweetly, adorning
her pearly white flesh
was a fisherman's mesh
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He lived through the intubation
and the five hour operation.
Then went back to his bed
where he slept and fell dead
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A surface, quite continuous,
infolded on itself,
outpouchings number
five in all.
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A frog, dark green, sat in the gutter
and waited for the frightened flutter
of insects native to these parts.
He heard, that evening, just farts.
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Yes, and BASTA, I do walk in the fields,
they are all mine as well as yours,
no God that I would ever know
would give you rights of exclusivity,
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I like my Sundays,
most of all the afternoons.
When the same visitors
come around four,
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Is there a civil servant who was sent
into the masses of the common folks,
aiming official powers at the Discontent
or have we all been victims, once again, of jokes?
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