Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The grapes of Wrath fell in the bath
and sank right to the bottom,
he fished one out from under Kath
committing an erratum.
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His eyes, from looking at the passing iron bars
have tired and no images will hold
he feels as if there were a thousand bars
albeit behind them no reality at all.
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Today I actually found out
the name of her, she ran
the beach in opposite direction
and always smiled a sweaty smile.
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Tap tap tap,
akin it is to rap.
She types all day
into the morn
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This is the land where citrus flowers grow,
where happy fishes jump in to your eager boat,
where kangaroos are humming, always on the go
and little dogs are killed by Queensland's nasty toads.
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Adrenalin.
Berlin. At 3 a.m.
Location Checkpoint Charlie.
The sign says 'YOU ARE LEAVING...'
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It was no use.Same old shit.
The trap was, just like last time
all set to grab, to ruin things.
He had fallen that one time
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To those of you who like to watch
at night through open drapes,
when happily two lovers touch:
Do you like sour grapes?
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I like that, as it comes from you,
the thought alone - it warms my skin.
I'll be the one who manages to drool
just at the memory of you, so, are we kin?
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They found the body at the quarry's gate.
The watchman had not seen what would have raised
his ex-policeman's trained and sordid brain.
He'd watched TV and some old Angus cattle
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