Hubert J. Humperdink Poems

I was lying atop a house
Surrounded by tress and sunlight
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Splintered face boy
On your day-trips
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Rampant days are coming.
Boisterously restless and dreaming of distant shores.
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He leaves, I ignore
Her and get drunk
Drinkin rum. She
Leaves, I get drunk
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I've heard of that city of Refuge, oh Lord
Where a man can find his own room and board
I'm make it to that city if I can find my way
I'm gonna make it to that city
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Time suddenly became a tangible object
Slithering through fingertips
Painting new portraits
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There are wild African spirits in the subway stations
Like the pounding of feet against the soles of shoes
And the rythmic madness of angry drums
Wait a minute!
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She asked the sky to return to its normal state of affairs
And then remembered light pollution
A disconnected line
Her eyes as distant nebulas lost in gas clouds
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The savior washed my feet today
and asked the social sway of things
I told him itwouldn't be long before he was murdered
in a box office betrayal
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These dark hills are cover with asphalt
Not silohuetted in your shadow
The walls are painted red
Not covered in your blood
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