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About troysherdahl

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

a chimp, a tree and me

does the chimp try to be anything but a chimp? can the tree be something other than a tree? are they extraordinary within their species? and what about me?   I can catch a chimp I can cut a tree or, … Continue reading

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my words worth, Wordsworth

get me my words worth, Wordsworth—   as I amble along from Ambleside, in this early fall the letters floating and emoting, in a gurgling stream they call with “o’er’s” and “thee’s” dropped from sycamore trees their words, the chants on a Cumbrian breeze and whispers from his Lady … Continue reading

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be kind

try to be kind, man even if you don’t feel it afterwards— you might

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the abandoned suitcase

at a station or an airport the abandoned suitcase does not appear lost misplaced or lonely any longer but is noticed immediately for its solitary menace in potential terror destruction and death   in a ditch or under a tree the abandoned suitcase … Continue reading

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she #51, anvil cloud

bumper to bumper on Highway 2 drafting in the long weekend slipstream shuffle I got the wheel gas, brake too and those pedals are beginning to wear out   she’s in the passenger seat on cruise control her eyes roaming the prairie … Continue reading

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damages paid?

damages paid? who paid? them? they never will settle that bill   black and blue turns to yellow eventually disappears bruises to the mind however are scars for years and years   do your own work put soul at ease forgiveness … Continue reading

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red tabs, chucks and a tight white tee

she left Spot died the bank called I cried whiskey shots mind’s fried then, I said “fuck it” I’m gonna pick up my best friends and walk it off   red tabs, chucks and a tight white tee are the flavor … Continue reading

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pompadour

if I still had hair on the top of my head I’d pile it up in a big greasy pompadour like Elvis or James Dean or Rockabilly Wolf   I’d pile it high, boy with pomade or Brylcreem or sugar water … Continue reading

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Monterey tail lights

brown eyes in the rear view wet streams down her cheek shaking hand shifts into gear and she starts to pull away more brown eyes in the rear view wet streams down her cheek then I can’t see them anymore— only … Continue reading

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that sweet, sad twang

bullets in the bedroom now her chest had a dark hole which oozed the tragic magic —of a song about deceit   that sweet, sad twang of haunting abandon it ached and it sang a breaking heart, the only one   exhales spiraled a bigger curtain … Continue reading

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