Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Memorandum of Understanding
And a Contemplation
of the FIFA Peace Prize
The tiny hands of schoolchildren on fire
The tiny hands of schoolchildren sobbing for life
The old men on both sides claiming victory
Over
The ashes of schoolchildren at Shajareh Tayyebeh
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Great Riding Lawnmower Chase
A Song of My People
In the dust beside the highway
Wide ol’ Texas four-lane highway
Ran a fat man in his anger
In his white shorts, in his anger
To another man just like him
Mower-mounted on a lawn
On a John Deere painted green
But this was not a peaceful scene
Like angry Pillsbury Doughboys
Or like dropouts from a Sumo school
They grappled in the roadside dust
In fleshy fury (not in lust)
The mower-man finally thought it best
To steer his steed into the west
Across the highway, a running fight
Dodging traffic in the morning light
The foot-man circled, the mower-man turned
The shrieking brakes of a big truck burned
Combat resumed in the turning lane
Beeps and honks again and again
I never saw the end of this chase
Who won the day, who won the race
Of if by the beginning of the next day’s dawn
Someone had finished mowing that lawn
In this I played with the Longfellow / Hiawatha meter, which is far more appropriate for serious long poetry, not a short frivolity. Longfellow sent me a note from the beyond advising me not to do this again.
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the
Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine
– A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Mister, Are You Saved?
She patrolled the sidewalk and yelled at pedestrians:
“You sinners! You’re all a bunch of HELL-ions!”
I couldn’t escape her, so I smiled and waved
“Mister!” she yelled, “Do you think you’re saved!”
“No,” I replied (might as well be specific)
“Oh,” she said, “Then you’re a Catholic.”
I still have her tract, somewhere around here loose
Assuring me
that the
Rosary
is
actually Satan’s noose
May God bless and protect street evangelists;
as for Hegseth and his Reichskirche, well, they can go (bless)
themselves.
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Primrose-Cat and the Circle of Lunch
Primrose is afraid of bluejays, and wisely so
She enjoys dining on the occasional cardinal, though!
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Letters of Transit
Thanks to an idea
from Omni and friends,
“Humphrey Bogart
Blues,” Hello Poetry
There are always distracting macguffins in life:
A missing cufflink, Chekhov’s rifle, Tintern Abbey
An anonymous message torn in half
Letters of transit signed by General Weygand
But better are the letters of transit she writes:
Coded soul-maps in her sighs
Secret signals in her eyes
Her dreams revealed as this surprise -
The only
true letter of transit is
Her love
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Three-Part Educational Case Study
1.
I noted that he was ambidextrous
“You can’t call me that; I’m straight!
I’m gonna tell my daddy what you said!”
II.
At graduation he asked me to help him with his tie
A manly handshake; we wished each other well
He disappeared among the cheap plastic gowns
III.
Before he was thirty he died of a heart attack
Lawrence
Hall
A Celebration of Freedom and Our Flag –
Gramps’ Champs
“’Cause the flag
still stands for freedom”
-Lee Greenwood
Will the Flag Day bloodfest hosted by Gramps
In the name of freedom, with MMA champs
Be broadcast to America’s
concentration
camps?
