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Poetry by David Herrle 

Hello.

 

 

 

 

© 2008 David Herrle

 

 

 

 

PHONE CALL FOR VIRGINIA

 

“Hello, is Virginia home?  No?

When will she be back?  She won’t?

It’s a shame girls grow?”

 

 

 

 

VISIT

 

Dokyo Etan stood at the foot of my bed in a dream

and said, “Without saying.”

 

“Dead Dokyo,” I said.  “Is God is or is God isn’t?”

 

Dear Dokyo nodded and laughed until he disappeared.

 

 

 

 

 

FOUTEZ-MOI TOUT CE MONDE DEHORS!

 

I want to be Garbo-alone

In Edward Hopper solitude:

A blizzard-obscured beacon

An untasted nipple

A pause between music.

 

Emptyfull.

 

 

 

 

 

IT CAN HURT OR KILL

 

Hair-bleaching peroxide destroyed Jean Harlow’s scalp and forced her to wear wigs. 

Isadora Duncan’s opulent scarf choked her to death during a car ride.

 

 

 

 

 

CALL ME MEMORY

 

Here then then

I’m here in then

Was there in am

Was is then then

Here was then when I was then.

She had a cold, but I still kiss her.

She has a cold, but I still kissed her.

She wore white gloves.

She wears white gloves.

Then.  Here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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