Lawrence Hall
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                                Tea with Just a Hint of Blood

Now comes an infusioning teafluencer
Armed with catalogues of adjectives
Herbaceous hyperbole cloying the page
With promises of transcendental bliss

The holy vessels of the altar shining bright
In glass and steel, accented with bamboo
In rooms green-lit by shaded window light
Unlike my best-remembered cuppa long ago

A beat-up canteen cup of Constant Comment
Along the Cambodian border that unhappy day

Father in Heaven, Giver of breath,
I am tainted by my prideful lust,
Wearied as I run toward death.
Kneeling knowing "dust to dust."
Were I to beg you slay the wicked,
My death I'd call for you to give.
Lord, hear the cry of one so wretched,
Tortured now, who begs to live.
Despite my wretchedness, I know
Surrender as I see your Image pressed.
Make whole this desperate soul,
Lift me to live in holy rest.

Amen

I’m a lone gunslinger
with a broken trigger finger.
I’m an old firefighter
with a gas can and a lighter.
I’m a spy undercover
with a double agent lover.
I’m the blind preacher
who has Satan for a teacher.
I’m the hangman
with a noose around my neck.
I’m the ship’s cat,
sunbathing on the deck.
The apocalypse is here
and we’re all going to heck.

The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
About a subjugated plain,
Among its desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.

Oval emeralds peer through a man made of glass.
Casement windows carry the crash of turquoise waves,
From the coast of Costa Rica, through the verdant green
Jungle trees that surround us.
Two shoulders slung with Capuchin monkeys.
Crystal waterfalls trace UV rays
Around the blonde, attached to every neuron in my mind.
Precious moments render me blind.
Lost in the liminal space between
Two doors in a hallway.
Before and after; the passing chapters
That flip away like calendar pages.
Ticking seconds of the present, present us
With all we can own.
The nods and winks miles from the beach.
Bereft of worries about what’s left.
Unbound
From the doors we choose to walk out.

By: Cedric McClester

Where the hell
Should I begin
She’s ugly
As homemade sin
Though she used to be
A man among men
But that was
Way back when

What in tarnation
Can I say
She threw her wife
And kids away
Cos she felt like
A woman okay
But that was
Yesterday

Now I’m not tryin’
To be cruel
But to confuse her for  a woman
I’d have to be a fool
Though what I’m saying
Might not be cool
It’s high time that she
Be taken to school

She’s six feet
Two inches then some
Even with makeup
She looks dumb
Though she might be attractive
To some
She’s confused for a woman
By none












Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

Ye - what kinds of meds
Are they feeding ya
You harass Kim
All over social media
Change her profile
On Wikipedia
We all know how much
You be needing her

Ye - your way
Of making up I suppose is
To give Kim
A truck full of roses
But all that goes
To show is
That’s how
A true loser closes

Ye - what the hell
Does it take
For you to give
Kim and him a break
From all the noise
That you make
Just stop it
For heaven’s sake

Ye - they say
You should forget it
Your bravado
Is merely cosmetic
In reality
You’re so pathetic
And you’re giving us all
A big headache




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.