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

               She Had *** with Her Brother Says The Daily Wail

She had *** with her brother says The Daily Wail
And was eaten in prison, there without bail
By vampires who live in deep tunnels beneath
A park bench situated in Hampstead Heath

Amelia Earhart’s plane has been found again
She was married to ******’s identical twin
And ******, you know, was secretly straight
Cruisin’ for chicks near the Brandenburg Gate

DNA proves that a Kennedy son
Lives under an alias in Area 51
And commutes to Stonehenge on a weekly basis
Transported by Martian hydroponic stasis

But back to the man who had *** with his sister
Did he use preferred pronouns whenever he kissed her?
I just want to talk about
how I feel

I am confused
by what is real

I chased the truth
down a rabbit hole

and found out things
no one wanted to know

this is the truth:
I am afraid

of time
of the future

of mistakes I made

I'm afraid that I'm too lost
to find my way

afraid of someone I don't trust
I see every day

and that fear turns to anger
when I feel unsafe

I have to stay
I can't escape

a liar
a back biter
and a thief

didn't know my anger
could be this deep

and I have to keep on
moving on

even when I don't feel like
the rational one

reach out
and find out
I'm not alone

not much of a poem
only the bones
caught in the middle
of an epic battle

one soul
but I cast two shadows

one wants pleasure
the other pain

feathered wings
and an iron chain

one tells me
to take and take

one tortures me
until I break

one tells me
I can't get enough

one tells me
I am not enough

I do not know
which one is wronger

they only make
each other stronger

and I see
my true soul under

shadows falling
on each other
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                  Betrayed With a Kiss-Cam


                    And the sunlight clasps the earth
                    And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
                    What is all this sweet work worth
                                If thou kiss not me?

                          -Shelly, “Love’s Philosophy”


A kiss is just a kiss, as Dooley Wilson sang
In a Casablanca that never was
A kiss to give one’s life a bit of tang
A kiss to set a lonely heart abuzz

But great unwashed mobs stacked in their masses
Close-looped in a failed sub-culture of dust
Metal in their noses and tattoos on their *sses
Will never find truth without finding trust

For love can never depend upon
The vigilante cruelty of a jumbo-tron




Tech company Astronomer launches investigation into 'kiss cam' moment at Coldplay concert - ABC News
Tech company Astronomer launches investigation into 'kiss cam' moment at Coldplay concert - ABC News
Warm & comfortable,
feathers & cotton
I am cooler than the other side.
Wherever I lay, it provides
a soft place for my tears;
it’s absorbed them for years.

Wrapped around my head,
it protects my ears.
Still play fights during the day,
and dreams at night.

I love my pillow  it’s the best,
my quiet cure
for everyday stress.
Royalty, dressed in purple and gold
The King of Hearts rested on his throne.
As he aged, betrayed by his FAM,
The ruler of the land knew:
To die with honor
Was to die by his own hand.

At the beach, on the rocks, with sword
Was where he planned
To slowly bleed away
The site of the next wave,
From blue to red,
As oxygen had its way.

But then came strangers
Who seized the day
Servants of the Lord
Rescued him from the grave.

He was given a new personal legend:
Not to die for loved ones,
But to live
In pursuit of eternal life in Heaven.
Stop telling people you’ll die for them. Instead live for them.
The fear evaporated
I became articulate,
apparently very, very funny.
A BMW Master Tech, making money.
The altitude and latitude of youth
made me feel free.

I drank & then became drunk.
Now at Tarzana Treatment,
in a top bunk.

Departure: self-help books
still I could not refrain.
Arrival: psychiatric help
I couldn’t abstain.

What once felt like comfort
turned turbulent, then insane.

I tried to diagnose
what I could not escape.
Alcohol always there,
waiting to ******,
wearing its cape.

Until I boarded Flight A.A.,
buckled up
bought a one way
to soberly fly away.
Please check out my other poems like:
Masquerade, Michael El Nopal, The Love Flower, Burja Francia, Suicide King, Pillow Talk, Current,Butterfly, Mockingbird, Faded Into Vanity
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