Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Is it an empty space,
a hole so dark, invisible
or could it be
that rotten gas
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' I am', said Fyodor Zotkomsmolskyin,
exactly what you see.
Wheras you understand
that not all traits are lit,
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I'm here to make confession
at your imposing grave.
You taught me that discretion
was never for the brave.
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Snowflakes fell, landing upon
the dilapidated body of man,
dressed not for the occasion
but for vanity and economic,
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Oh what a shame
I say, he's gone
it's not the same
without the Don
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Nikhilism is
apparently like a horse
of the wrong colour.
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You've made your peace, my friend
before you jumped.
You had compelling reasons
so you say.
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A sniffer doggie
went to the outback outhouse
the door was bolted.
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There once lived in sunny Tweed Heads
a great poet who had many pets
from a crow who could talk
to a wombat who'd walk
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In the highlands of Monte La Fino
lived a scruffy but well-read old wino.
He was a deep thinker
and a serious drinker
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