Her words were olive green,
hairy and quasi round,
they fell into his lap
and lay there, silently.
Oh! Kiwifruit he mused,
the best be found inside,
astringent it would be
though soothing to his tongue,
he'd keep his loins in place,
a hint of tremors would be left
as if it were a proper part of all,
a strange assertive mood had,
in the nick of his allotted time
come over him, a thread of guilt
well woven into time and space
clung to his sagging jowls
a sentinel of sorts, unloved
and quite unwanted as it stuck
like envy to this pantsuit of a lie.
His eyes were focused high,
they always caught her lips
and what rolled off them
in the haste of their Bonjours,
huge claims had taken hold
and staked their high demands
upon the territory's peasant ways,
an overload of hostile sounds,
of odours burning without flame,
and flesh decaying unbeknownst,
its greenish exudate a sign
that shadows of infinity appear
as a reminder of the common truths,
and to dismiss the siren songs
that filter casually down to the street
as entertainment to the sweepers' day.
He knew he had a chance, just one in two
to tear himself away, it was no laissez-faire,
nor would they fault him for courageous deeds,
and there was substance in his mood,
which grew by way of stealth and ennui.
Intuitive from birth, raised by strict hands
perception was a suit that fit him well,
he was no fool who'd let his head be stood aside,
there was a solid beating drum inside his shell.
It must be seen what Mother Nature has in store
or what the gods find entertaining for their needs,
there is the little word they call forevermore
all strung together with small diamonds in beads.

Herbert Nehrlich 2

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