I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

Panicky scared
My mind attacks itself
Worry, fear
               Help!

I have panic attacks
I hate them
But they persist
In times like this

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                             Broccoli on the Primary Ballot

                         (as President Bush maior did not say)

Broccoli, limp broccoli, that’s all I see
Just rotting broccoli all stink, stunk, stank
No real choices today, only broccoli –
The same old broccoli, putrid and rank