Herbert Nehrlich Paris Poems

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.
...

Too much Pernod, way too much booze,
dancing in Gay Paris, Adidas shoes.
Filling our glowing cheeks
with le vin rouge
...

I told her her corpus luteum
belonged in the New York museum.
But the ovary knows
how progesterone grows.
...