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Poetry is at the end of Fiction
Next to Crime
London stands united
What a blast
We share the rain
Not the umbrella
David Hermann has written for film, television, print and online publications, is in the middle of a Masters degree in Comparative Literature and working on a collection of poems. He also plays in a band called Sherry Black and the Port Authority.
hey this is excellent!! i wrote the most unimaginative spin off which hardly does justice to this gem. but sharing it anyway. cheers cheers, akhil :)
At the second-hand bookshop
At the second-hand bookshop near my place,
Romance is at the end of Self-Help,
next to Crime.
A little bored, I pick up a book
to pass the time, while I hum a song,
browsing a bit, I reach the line –
‘What a pity that we love each other,
but we don’t get along.’ I am not keen
to follow it up, not in the mood today
for things gone sour or hearts of clay,
so I keep on turning the pages,
and chance on this girl, who says,
– right before she blows him a kiss –
‘I will love you forever, until further notice.’