Lawrence Hall
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             A Chewing-Gum Girl Waiting for the Sunset Limited

Long, long ago

In the station at Tucson we waited
Someone said the locomotive had burned in the desert
A girl with earphones chewed gum through the hours:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP

Her eyes were closed, her music was her god
She clutched a leatherette case of tapes
Just as some clutch a Bible, and chewed:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP

Her mechanical chomps could have been the rhythm
Of the passenger train that wasn’t there
My paperback novel never joined in:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP

I don’t remember her boarding the train
That in the evening finally arrived
She might be in the Tucson station still:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP

And a dilemma is?  Fixing the cafe while preparing your breakfast shake so elegantly. Hurriedly to turn on the news upon the squashed HD  as you settle down on the white roundy, the sound turned down just enough not to wake the neighbors. Where has this life taken me?
Dark dank daily routines...

Doing the household laundry is rather fun
The old roundy-go-thump washing machine
Roundy-go-thumps in time to the dishwasher
While the electric dryer waits patiently

Someday I will have a clothesline again
And summer days and summer sun will love
My shirts and towels so sweetly dry that they
Will want to fly away on the summer breeze

And when the clothes have been folded away
The sun will want to come inside to play

my  hiney is shiney ya'll
glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree,
or the path to the hill, in morning glory.

I powdered it after my shower.
looked in the mirror. If i was a girl,  *******, I would  love it.

Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating.
It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that.

Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.

I’m a ten digit
fidget; a cluster
****** mind.
a sand-hopping
hopper of the
trampoline kind.

I’m a bouncing-
bounce bouncer,
with cerebral jelly.
I’ll tap, tap, tap.
fidget finger, knee
or welly.

talk ten steps ahead,
talk five steps back.
roundy roundy garden
like a teddy-cadillac.

I’m a remote zapping addict;
buttonitis of the soul.
and finish your sentence…
I’m a pain in the whole!

roundy boundy two piercings in skin
blood's constipated and
metal tastes like it
already so
hey why can't i find where that went in?
i don't find where i am
i don't hide myself or anything but i think
myself hides when i need her. i stick knives into
tower walls to keep myself
in conversations
everyone tells me that i shouldn't have to
work so hard in conversations and
i don't i don't i
want to bleed
i like the way pain pierces itself over
and over and
over.
pain pills collect in dust and seasons
waver over the dried blood on my
ear lobes.

i


Two cats fight
at the door
we wear night
if any law

might apply
then or was
it  has
laughed

swung away
on some wicked
lonesome
tree

like a lost
tense
we menace
ourselves

**
hot
the
knife

to
our
own
throats!

ii

and I
try to write
a biography
but it is too painful

for me
m
and i
can not write

anyhow
it´s in
my brain
now

and if the
past is any
thing to go by
it is ´nt


apparently
so why bother
but as i say
it´s in my brain

and it will be true
never mind effing
slander
o my pain

fait accompli
for hate
for love for
money

it will be true
distain
clever dickey
the truth!

let us hear
be seared
struth!
warts

cold heart
burned soul
and all!

ii

(well no
spoilers)


iii

cast a spell
a tight
little circle-
a pearl!

in their
soul-
like a weight
of gold

a wee
that folds
rot away
in sweetest

bile!
why,
heart cold
burned soul

which held
forth
what harm
what harm

the loved
pearls
dissolved
it howls

to me
and it whispers
(to you)
endless

ly
they are
what will be
merciless

ly
no pity
caress
melting

less and less
and where our
poor
sanity

some tiny
measure
reversing
a half life

dying
round
and round
and roundy..!!