shamefeast, by Herman Shorts | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

shamefeast

better fucking

eat it all up. time

is getting drunk

& may puke, be

rude, before finally

slipping off to ruin

some other poorly–

run personal universe.

we’ll hold our applause

until we don’t, i guess.

until certainly not

a trick. a heavenly

escape, one idea

away does imply

inherent stupidity.

the bird is crow

& i’ll have seconds.

(2015)

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of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

trying too hard

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

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if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

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people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring

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being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

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to get it is not bothering to

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which