Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                         When Alliteration Goes Bad

Peter
Piper
Picked a
Peck of
Pickled
Hamsters

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

          An Exercise in Alliteration Cut Short by the August Heat

Even summer seems weary with summer:
Withering weeds wish woefully for winter
High heat hangs heavily upon the heath
While garden groundlings gasp across the grass!

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                                 Go Ask Your Father

“Go ask your father.”

“Go ask your mother.”

“She said to ask you.”

“Go ask her anyway.”

“Go ask your father again.”

“He said to ask you.”

“Well, I told you to ask him.”

“It’s your mother’s decision.”

“He says it’s your decision.”

“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with your father.”

“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with your mother.”


That was always soooooooooooooooo annoying.


I wish I could be that annoyed again.

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

                               Making Peace with Apple ICloud

(Off. Click)

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                            America Inspires the Free World

Americans are a people who, when menaced by a tyrant
Watch TV to applaud someone cooking an omelet

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

              Stopping by Literary Criticism on a Snowy Evening

                      From an idea by a happy bumblebee

Whose Deconstructionist Narrative this is I think I know
Their (because we mustn’t say “her” or “his”)
New Criticism is on their podcast, though
They will not see me applying Phenomenology here
To help fill up their woods with Neo-Post-Colonialist blow

My little solar car must think it other-gendered
To pause while I Conceptualize without a Starbuck’s near
Between Foucault and Derrida here
Next to the Sapir-Whorf Theory, and without a beer

They give their location transponder a Derrida shake
To demand a formal apology for this cultural mistake
The only other sound’s the Existential creep
Of Masonic Catholic **** Zionism on the take

Judgmental stereotypes are flying, shallow and cheap
But I have an Inner Reality to keep
And an Intertextual Analysis of Post-Structuralism to steep
And an Aesthetic Objectification of Dialectics to steep

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                     Dust Devils on a Sunday Morning in August

                                (But this is not about dust devils)

The Road to Emmaus is asphalt now
Instead of dust devils spinning in the heat
The stench of curious chemicals flow
In shimmerings among the hovering oaks

Above the crisping-brown fields circling vultures
Seem focused on me – do they sense a decaying soul?
My great-grandfather drove a wagon to church
I have air-conditioning, and Chopin on the radio

The Road to Emmaus is asphalt now
But you still might meet a Stranger along the way