cool it, por Herman Shorts

cool it

cool this angst some

with beer, amazing

how it works, three in

and suddenly ashamed

that i could hate

everything so much.

(2013)

thank humanity for beer, if nothing else whatsoever.

the very idea that i could be

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered

I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be

yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid

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

leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?

drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y

shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts

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

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,