I set at the edge of the bed
with a blue floral spread

waiting

for the sun to blush
the sky

as the minute hand on the wall clock
quivers

the ice bucket
sweats

and breakfast  

will be soon
but is it really breakfast

if you haven't slept

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office


                                Point-and-Won’t-Shoot Camera

The concept of the point-and-shoot camera obtains
But a Me-‘Phone camera doesn’t see it that way
I stopped to watch a bug-grazing bird
Who approached me as if she wanted to visit

I took out my Me-‘Phone for a photograph
And it didn’t recognize my handsome face
And I had to tap a four-digit code
And the bird grew suspicious and flew away

O Egret, in your beautiful brown and white -
I truly understand your need for flight

Acrobatic
Elegance
Mixed
With mystery
Wise to the rise
Giants of the sea
Breaking free
Through depths
Of blues and greens
Like brush stokes
Through a dream
Lines and curves
Become serene
In the depths
They sing
Where
Beauty leaps
From the belly
Of the beast
Bubble trapping
Curiosity

(By Geof the cheeky breakfast bard)

I woke up craving grammar carbs,
Not toast, nor eggs, nor jelly garbs.
But oven-fresh and piping bold:
A basketful of words retold.

I asked the chef, “Could I get some?”
She said, “You mean thesauribun?”
“That's right,” I winked, “those cinnamon swirls,
But make ’em synonym rolls, dear girl.”

She plated puns with playful flair:
“Bold = brave, daring, debonair!”
I bit into ‘quick’ - it tasted ‘swift’
With side of ‘gifted’ language lift.

‘Happy’ flaked like ‘merry’, ‘glee’,
While ‘tasty’ whispered ‘yummy’ to me.
Each roll a punny paradox,
Hot like ‘fiery’... cool as ‘fox’.

The butter spread was smooth with sass,
Labelled “suave” and “upper-class.”
I asked for jam! She brought ‘preserve’,
With extra ‘savvy’ word reserve.

So now I dine on vowel dough,
My crossword palate set aglow.
No calories, just calories’ friends.
They're simile but never ends.

and i try to convince myself
u're not my type
i'm just bored
i just like the attention
it's just ovulation
but when i look at ur photos closely
keep checking if u've seen my stories
think of the way u said u'd miss me
stop myself from chatting u too early
i wonder how long i can convince myself
that i don't more than just like u
well...i guess until i do
u'll just have to keep loving me, baby

how can you say you love me
and not expect it to be the only thing i'll think about?
how can you now become cold
after saying i should fall for you?
are you distancing yourself
because i didn't say it back?
or did you just say it without meaning to?
i gave you silence
but i didn't think you'd give it back
and now i'm hurting
because i thought what we had was just for ***
and now i might be falling hard
like you told me to
like you wished me to
i never wanted it to be this way
i just wanted it to be casual
but you just had to say those godforbidden words.
.
.
.
just say something
please.