On the street I see people walkin' round
eyes heads hanging low down thinking 'bout needing a couple extra pounds of bread, their spirits cry out workin' off debts 'till after death  
but when I ask "Whassup?"
they stuff it down with "Hey, nothin much" outa reflex,
but instead of this aforementioned fashioned back'n forth imagine what would happen if we shared the caption that our heart was tappin' outa the chest, a distress morse code SOS so,
let's be each other's best friend, and listen to the deluge of moods don't matter if it's green, red or blue cause I have faith we can all handle the truth
since it's a soothing serum not some brooding theorem don't gotta be near to connect, but show yourself some respect and just eject that dejected attitude cause we're all moving through somethin once 'n a while.  

Luckily we, are here, together now
spinnin' round this big 'ol galaxy.
and luckily we, are here, now, together, to make the world better, denizens of the medicine inside of us to jettison hearts and minds shining out like lighthouses guiding ships, to higher consciousness, gettin' closer to bliss but sometimes we gotta stop and sit
and just be just be...  
go slow go slow,
it's all ok to joke and play jump rope with pain instead of novacaine let's meditate to make the world a better place
raisin' your vibration to a higher plain
wadin' in the waters of a patient brain
chillin' in stillness erasing latent fixations
burning sarcophagus thoughts and impulses poppin' up like the walking dead growling echoes of old words heard when I was three, four, five, six gurgling out of parents, school kids and televisions sellin' backwards wisdom on how to be a cool kid, but it smells like *******
from old tools that, aren't the sharpest ones from the shed
like you and me can be 18 join the marines, get a tattoo, drive and put a bullet in some fool  but if you get caught with *** or droppin' some sugar cubes then you're locked up and your life gets ruined.

It don't take some precognition to see all this conditionin' bein' dished is an illusion, a mirage of food only fillin' us with chemical confusion,
it's almost amusing the way they try to make my mind intrude
on just bein' in the moment, bringing the symphony of symmetry inside of me inspiring perspiring  to cry and sing with fire wings triumphantly trumpeting the rhythm of love, as below so above do unto others etcetera etcetera ad infinitum because

we, are here, together now
spinnin' round this big 'ol galaxy.
and luckily we, are here, now, together, to make the world better, denizens of the medicine inside of us to jettison hearts and minds shining out like lighthouses guiding ships, to higher consciousness, gettin' closer to bliss with this flow from the heart

under closely monitored air conditionin
knees weak under warm street lights on cool nights
talk about runnin away n runnin from talkin
you gave me a heart attack sayin you were staying
You have a way of always saying just what Im thinking
unless the thing that I’m thinking bout is you
Sometimes I wonder if you can read my mind but never told me
cuz its a lot safer to pretend that you dont have a clue.
I’m ghost writing for a bird who cant read the lyrics
and swallowed her tongue when she saw you with her
Im a ghost riding down the street where we grew up
without glasses or wheels or air

I skipped four meals cuz you talked about her eyes
but i guess that means that were the same after all

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                 What I Learned at Breakfast this Morning, Mannnnn!

A café’ scene for one flat, nasal, abrasive, loud Voice and any number of Bobbing Heads:

V:

I’VE GOT A MASK WITH JOE BIDEN ON IT, MAN!
‘CAUSE THEY BOTH AIN’T NO GOOD FOR NOTHIN’!

(Heads bob)

V:

THE ‘TTORNEY GENERAL OF TEXAS SAYS HE’S GON’ SUE
ANY STORE THAT REQUIRES MASKS, MAN, YEAH, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

THEY GON’ TRY THAT SOCIALISM ON US, MAN
AN’ YOU KNOW THAT AIN’T NEVER WORKED, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

I AIN’T TAKIN’ THAT *IN’ SHOT, MAN, NO
THAT’S JUST THE FLU AND SOCIALISM!

(Heads bob)

V:

I’D LIKE TO SEE TH’ SUM B TRY TO MAKE ME
WEAR NO IN’ MASK, MAN, YEAH, MAN, MAN!

(Heads bob)

V:

THESE HERE PUBLIC SCHOOLS NEED TO BEAT THEM KIDS
‘CAUSE THAT’S IN TH’ BIBLE AND I AIN’T-A GONNA HAVE NONE OF THIS COMMUNIST MOHAMMEDAN LGBT * TAUGHT TO MY KIDS NOSSIR THEY JUST NEED TO LEARN. TO. CODE. AND SHOOT AND BUTCHER A HOG SO THEY CAN SURVIVE THE TIME OF TRIBULATION THAT’S COMIN’ AND * ANYONE WHO SAYS IT AIN’T BY GOD ‘CAUSE IF IT’S AIN’T IN THE BIBLE I WON’T HAVE IT IN THE HOUSE AND WE DON’T NEED ALL THIS HEATIN’ AND AIR-CONDITIONIN’ ‘CAUSE GOD MADE THE AIR THE WAY IT IS AND WE JUST NEED TO TAKE IT THE WAY IT IS INSTEAD OF MAKING THIS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENT * MAN…

(Heads continue to bob as curtain falls)