Hubert's 78th Dream

He leaves, I ignore
Her and get drunk
Drinkin rum. She
Leaves, I get drunk
I try to help
Th mother serve
the food to the kids
But I keep dropping
Food and plates.
So I just get drunk
And take my time
Washing the dishes.

poem by Hubert J. Humperdink
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That was Me Yesterday

They hang motionless from the gallows
Pale bodies every one

They are feet swayed by the breeze
And spiritless hands

Such holy weathered hands
Oh how they do freeze

Farewell to an era done
And farewell to the era that follows

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I am a ball of it

I’m feelin sick
As I step out

Onto the street
The music helps

But I am all of it
I’m a ball of it

I am homicidal
So sad I am sick

My stomach as hollow
As eyes catchin

My glance
And she said ‘you’re

Goin and gone”
And she’s right

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Vilanelle #1

I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
And neon lights wound about a building like vine
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty

I believe you eyes know the nights strange strength and pity
And as I walk these long streets with your heart on my mind
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city

I will wade through your dreams and the night's anonymity
I will tell you my tale and bask in your bright true sign
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty

And you smile as if you can't see this town is gritty
And you smile to think that everything is just fine
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city

(last stanza lost in a freak row boat/breakup incident)

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