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Back-lit Purple Raspberry Neon by David Humphreys
The dog is wrapped in a long nose
of birds, trees and flowers humming
in unison set to tear into anything out
of the ordinary. Walking through the
blown glass moment, still air turned
concentric circles from pebble splash
and sudden gasp of torn silk you
suddenly come upon it and are instantly
shot through, stopped short by its radio-
active flower, memory tantalizing up in
silver bubbles to the surface this student
is rubbed from the tarnished lamp genie
sketching statues in Florence
white smock, nestling core womb seed that
finally sprouts and shakes a breezy lime
green leaf in sunshine as the dog wags a lazy
tail turning the corner heading home.
posted by David Humphreys @ 12:05 AM
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These poems recently appeared on Medusa's Kitchen edited by
Kathy Kieth of Sacramento
Let's Rhumba! June 9/06 Medusa's Kitchen
NEW BACK FENCE
—David Humphreys, Stockton
Honeysuckle, red and white geraniums, pink pygmy roses, a lavender herb explosion beside a lurid bougainvillea sherbet Betty Boop lipstick full bloom off the front step, still morning air, yesterday's warm delta wind tossed trees new grown lime green June leaves a shimmering rustle of a satin ballroom dress swishing around the floor.
Started first week in May, chain sawed the old rotted west and south sides. Turned June 5 days ago and it's pretty close to finished. A post hole digger tells all you need to know about it with the whine of a worm drive, mixing concrete with a hoe, drill and screw gun boards cinched solid. Enough of that.
Sweat is good burning fat in the hot sun smelling sweet suntan lotion.
Good fences make fair impediments but let us not to the marriage of mild conjecture admit anything other
than that the one on the south side is a little tight and won't help pay for anything even though he's getting a brand new beautiful red fence. You watch though, he'll be chummy as hell when you put out the flags for 4th of July.
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Thanks, David!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Kisses Flown to Darkness (& Po-Events 8/7-13)
HEART TROUBLE
—David Humphreys, Stockton
This is what will take it all away flown in to death's hot oasis after day's serious heat like black bullet birds and bats swarming to the insect feeding frenzy. It will catch in the throat and stab a knife in the breast bone of a simple instant, slam a sledge hammer into the end of all things. It is coming as inevitable as the rolling globe will raise the light of day. Oh God, forgive me. It will be just you and me and all the loveliness of friends will pass away,
kisses flown to darkness.
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Monday, August 14, 2006
Snakes on a Plane, Train, Automobile (& Po-Events 8/14-20)
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THRESHOLD
—David Humphreys
August arrived like a blast furnace
pouring steel ingots into each long
day, scorching fire hydrant streets
blistering the cattle prod death toll, chicken farms up and down the valley a flutter of hovering feathers in suspended dust motes.
The epistle this morning from
Ephesians seemed so benevolent: "Let no evil talk come out of your mouths, but only what is useful for building up, as there is need,so that your words may give grace to those who hear."
It was in the air this morning, a bracing chill like the weather off the Gate blowing whitecaps across the Potato Patch with the smell of burning fields and a wedding anniversary coming at the end of the month like a change of perspective, dynamic movement of one thing into something else, day into night, night into the light of day.
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Thanks, David! Despite Tu Fu's protestations, David's right—Fall
is in the air; every year I go out to get the paper one morning and there it is.
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