A mendacious murmuration
  of black pixels dance a fractal fandango
  against the pale pink sky
telling you that all is well with the world.
A susurration of complacency–
  above the exhaust-scented streets
  of Birmingham’s melting asphalt–
whispers, “Don’t worry,
ignore the heatstroke starlings
dropping from the sky
onto viscous pitch dark bitumen”.

Mosquitoes are
Pesky, little blood suckers
Aren't the ones meant to be eating tonight?!
They weren't on the invite list,
But alas, they crashed the party
And gave me more love bites
Than I bargained for.
They outnumbered the guests,
And at my behest, I shut the party down.
I heard ‘Pink!’ protest: “Nooo, get the party (re)started!”
So, I did spray, lavishly, a perfume of aeroguard,
but all that did was send shards of poison
in the air and me gasping.
O mosquito, this is no ode to you,
But an antidote to the hot air, mine
and sister summer.

Tangy, pungent, sweet
tastes and smells fill frosty air —
The solstice scented

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                            ­  Do Dogs Have Souls?


                                     “Behold, I make all things new.”

                                                  Revelati­ons 21:3-5


Do dogs have souls?
But how can one look into those big brown eyes
And not know the answer

I breathed therefore
I existed
Mostly bitter
Always twisted.
No respect
Just did kindness
No narrowness
Never blindness.
With an open mind
Always weird
This death of mine
I shall not fear.
Just a footnote
Nearly forgot
Anybody out there
Join me in me
Wooden box
Can be lonely
You know
Just a thought.