Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Today I vote that the great title
of greatest poet goes to Eitel,
Raynette's the name, poems her game
she keeps alive the wondrous flame
...

They say it flies.
And is quite indistinguishable
from money.
Just like the tide,
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It was a simple barricade,
Arabic letters, exclamation marks,
a hot, oppressive wind, pregnant
with stinging sand and camel dung.
...

They got the job that summer,
house-sitting in the Siskiyous.
Among the Ponderosa Pines
and squirrels, bushy-tailed,
...

He woke, a bit too early
on that Saturday in May.
And could no longer fight
the smoke-filled fact of
...

A timid boy, that's what he was.
A nerd in school, though into sports,
observing all his hometown laws
but drifting laterally, of sorts.
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She actually isn't mine at all.
Jack Russell Terrier called Hoolie.
Replacement for the one who did
with canine curiosity, while daring fate
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He slipped in when I opened
the outer screen door, to let
a bit of that balmy Spring air,
laden with pollen and bits
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....and falling toward the unknown, down, down.
Scaring last remnants of dignity out of me,
is this the end of the beginning, as
the Cantadora has whispered into my hair,
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It was, no doubt, beyond sweet reason.
And what the flaming hell did you contrive
in this, your bloody little world of fucking treason
where shitheads and the like are kept alive.
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