Herbert Nehrlich

It was a vain attempt,utterly so.How could one hopefor an escapefrom total annihilationby man-made meansBut Sap felt bettersimply for trying.He saw himselfas paying memberof one big globalnuclear family.

There was a bat, of course,that fluttered, somewhat clumsilyand oscillated in betweenthe organ and the purple pulpit.He’d had a funny feeling thenthat bats in church meant trouble,which was, needless to say, ridiculous.Though, on the other hand he didcast a good look into the faceand on the vampire coat, spread openthe clawy feet and that most…

that those dilapidated shackshoused only Black Fellows.They’d taken over whenthe mine did fold, and people,without a livelihood just left.And now, the streets were,truly, littered with the stubbies,empty Four X, the labels fading.The guys in suits came out,and had a look, then promptlyunceremoniously declaredthat Blacks ough to be lockedinto the dungeons of Mount Isa.So, it was…

I ask you what they ship it fora saviour it’s not.It makes the Pharma Gangsters richand drives the body into crisisuntil one day, a nagging itchrings in the Rhabdomyolysis.Yet here we sit on our fat assesand wear our stethoscope,committing murder of the massesas mankind’s greatest hope.

That’s why I built a lovely castleof sand right on my beach nearby.I took great care with all the towers,the drawbridge opened on two ropes,and all the front windows had flowers.Crown Vetch was planted on the slopes.And just in time for its completionthe clouds were promising some rain.The castle’s name was Holstein-Friesian,after the one that…

smoothing anyrough spotstouch-me-notsso manyhave missedin vain hopeto be kissed.It’s the moonnot the sunthat is sendingall tearsbut you are the dopemay I see you soon?

quite appropriate, if perhaps unkind.Yellow Cab had to, orders from up high,dumped him, reluctantly, friendly fellow,popular with colleagues, accommodating.Customers would ask, wait in a queue,stash own luggage, infirmity rules.The Tuesday, when the mongrel was re-electedhe was ‘VIPping’ down the Santa Ana,precious cargo on board, ‘scarecrow’,name bestowed upon, now passenger.Big Chevy Caprice, five pimply Latinos,crowding and…

not a butcher or bakernor a candlestick maker?As they say here, at homedo not travel to Romestay and serve fellow manbe as kind as you canput new soles on our shoesmake good wine, beer or booze,be a preacher of sortor a pro in a sport.Like to fix people’s ailmentsor prevent those derailmentsbe a banker downtownor…

There has been a small rumourabout losing their humourcoming down with a sty in the eye.I once knew a young communistwho kept open his eyes when he kissed.From New York to La Jollahe found much paranoiaso he wrote to the man named Bill Frist.‘If the people are always afraidand attention, unduly, is paidto those accents…

erlitt des Schicksal’s boese Handals ihn ein Diebesbursche fand.Der Dieb nahm ihn mitsamt dem Kopfder gruenen Pflanze bei dem Schopf.Er trug ihn fort, die Nacht war kaltzum Haus von seinem Rechtsanwalt.Denn an dem Abend hatte ergeplant, und nicht von ungefaehr,das Haus zu rauben wenn der Schoeffebeim Tanz sich labte mit Gesoeffe.Und unter schoenem, hellen Lichtraubt…