Herbert Nehrlich Poems

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

Well, I do admit
I did imbibe
perhaps a fluid ounce too much
the night before last night.
...

He pushed and he strained and he struggled
and she wiggled and giggled and juggled
but they did not succeed
to take care of their need
...

A prickly and wise Huckleberry
likes his Scotch so much better than Sherry.
He is still full of tricks
at a young seventy-six
...

Talking is copper
silence is gold.
Tell me a whopper,
do as you're told.
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Was it the devil resting on
my rubber booted foot?
He drank for an eternity,
his mane reminding me
...

So today is Australia Day!
Lucky country it is, you don't say.
Though of stunning good looks
it is governed by crooks,
...

By chance they'd been awarded the top flat.
The view was quite stupendous, they agreed,
the drawback was the orange Persian cat
which climbed the balcony and always peed.
...

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.
...

....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,
...