“My car crash was intentional.”
“I’ve never told anyone that.”

And my heart sank
And I froze
And I stared at the words
Pain filled my head

How could you try to leave
When I see how wonderful
How hard you try
How misunderstood

I love you
I’m glad it failed
I’m glad you are alive
Because you are the reason

Im still breathing

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

                                            In a Better America

In a better America this would be the first day of school -
Labor Day is for swimming in the creek
For a sunburn, for a catfish spine in your heel
For sandwiches and sand and ants and fun

The day after is the first day of autumn
As hot as it is, it can’t be a summer day
For now there are cedar pencils, new shoes
New notebooks in the latest ‘way-cool style

A school bus rattling down a dusty country road
Stops not at school, but at your dreams far-way

Someday

Suddenly, the 502s were back
those unexpected disconnects
that make posting whack
and my nerves a wreck

Like blank spots in time
that made me backtrack
unable to use rhymes
I felt trapped and  highjacked

Did the server choke on a bone?
Was 5G stalling me, wordless and postponed?
Did the firewall collapse, did DNS lapse?
Was it my laptop, was it my phone?

People watched me, on the metro,
as I frowned and moaned at my useless iPhone.
The issues seemed flagrant, I was becoming impatient
Was I some kind of nut? I was showing emotion.
We don’t DO that in Paris - have public implosions.

Did it happen to you?
Or was I one of a few.
What were the chances
that it only happened to poets in France?
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Song for this:
Alone Again (Naturally) by Gilbert O'Sullivan
La Vie en Rose by Allison Adams Tucker

You were in my dream
last night again,
but it didn't seem
the same its been

we didn't get
us back once more
we didn't let
us open sores

your hair was long
your face was older
your stress seemed gone
with weightless shoulders

We were together
frog and toad
just friends, good weather
no past debts owed

And when I woke,
that morning bright
my thoughts did choke
but my heart was light

I had your memory, snow-white pure
yet didn't feel, your absence there
To have had you, I'm so grateful, sure
But I no longer breath, recycled air

once upon a time,
a man called daniel
rented a room in a street
near a town,
where my feet struck pavement
a lot of my life
daniel and me,
we met in a pub,
on a warm
july night
he took me home
filled me with charm
kissed me under a bridge
daniel was older than me
by 22 years
knew where his hands wandered
knew i was 14 and an addict
oh his mouth said all kinds of filthy things
while he held me down
and i went back
and i want his mouth off my skin
his fingers and everything else