Herbert Nehrlich Poems

It's so refreshing
to be without the bastards
perhaps they've left now?
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I huddled there, inside a drum
that stank of rancid oils and rotten fish.
So close to freedom, nudging now the gate,
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Just wait, my love
all flowers will
soon go to sleep
inside their beds.
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The golden glow
of just ripe wheat
was background,
music with a beat
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Equipped with my own, well-trained Schnauzer
and one of gunsmiths' best, a Mauser
I stepped into the hornets' nest
had thought aggression would be best.
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In a home for battered ones,
run by aseptic looking nuns
rings the wall-mount telephone
hubby wants to pick a bone.
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Stood a turkey in the rain
dreaming of his home in Spain.
Where he would not have to face
vermin from the Banty race.
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Alabama is the birthplace of Mercedes,
it is the M class that will be the fruit of loom
And Kellogg's Cornflakes and the hot dog full of nitrates,
and aspartame from Montesano, that is us.
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Schlappi said
let's make a braid.
To run away
from every day.
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Like the poet who wrote
that he ran out
of inspiration,
of words.
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