Author Archives: troysherdahl

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.

Vimy Boys

our boys took Vimy Ridge that day but Vimy took our boys away for King and country, hip hip hooray! we’ll fight the Hun, hooray hooray! the maple leaf forever, eh? and Canada came of age they say a country … Continue reading

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LSD kumquat

strange fruit I got LSD kumquat universe in a paper dot on the tongue parking lot out of body moon shot spacewalk sought and sought —is a smile caught   deep in comfy sock box closet closed, locked in the … Continue reading

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premature buddhahood

the premature buddhahood want to come out early and half awake walking around in pajamas and lulu lemon their light is a figment of a filament the pink pig might say, some are comfortably numb why do they think they’re … Continue reading

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Ohashi

met this man who could float a macrobiotic cruise— dark hair, animated eyes small stature buoyancy life force life preserver like macrobiotic food well chewed cereals and local veg traditionally wise, Edo edge food has energy dude has energy   … Continue reading

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Mujeres cat

Mujeres cat ugly cat street cat cautious cat— hungry cat   tossing pork at that cat no eye contact no human comfort cat just wants a meal cat so sat no fat skinny cat   Mujeres cat ugly cat street cat … Continue reading

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live your lost

live your lost love your limbo facing costs with arms akimbo the past, it’s gone find the now the future beckons you choose how so live your lost love that essence that’s the cost for being present

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folding sheets

it takes two to fold sheets one can’t do it too well   her and I fold sheets very well— and sleep better   together

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Khufu’s Horizon

Khufu’s Horizon a true pyramid but is it a tomb? giant triangle times four with the square at the bottom for its root one of seven wonders too great the point at the top was golden rod and plate no bones … Continue reading

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for cold ‘za

got crusty eyes yawns ‘n mumble talks need crusty pies calling from my ice box hunger-ies, hunger-ies got an appetite, dude for that coveted slice of morning after too many brown pops— the saucy hangover cure munchies, munchies mangio pure dee-lite between the … Continue reading

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she’s a calm rider

her ego doesn’t drive the bus, it never did— she’s a calm rider

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