Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The ancient window, looking to the Bay
had been her final stop, she simply had
collapsed into the rosewood rocking chair,
a cry of pain escaped when pelvic bones
...

That night the sky was still and black,
when I slipped on my shorts
to run my 10 miles out and back.
A constitutional of sorts.
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So that was it, the cross street was,
for reasons unbeknownst,
well hidden in the summer weeds.
I lusted now, that taste (it was a smudge)
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I ask you what's a man to do,
myself, I wouldn't have a clue.
She looks exactly like Godiva
and teases me with her saliva.
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And in my dream I was
just halfway up the Holy Mountain
of homesickness called Heidelberg.
I had just crossed the Neckar river
...

It now is time.
I'll have to tell the world.
And never did I ever
mean to do this.
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We are hoping for fog
and a moonless night.
Approaching the border to
the West and its freedom,
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Well they do come in droves
from the coldness of Britain
they abandon their stoves
with Down Under they're smitten.
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Yes, I am flattered,
but not enough
to spare you, little shit,
a roach of any
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The joint chiefs had
in their undoubted wisdom
declared that war was
well...imminent, and now.
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