Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Kristi’s Deportation
Flight
The president decided that she
Is a clear and present pain
She needs to go away, said he
(But does she get to keep the plane?)
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Inertia, and It’s all Your Fault
Draggy all through the sugar-cream-coffeed morning
Drowsing over a book while the lawnmower yawns
Idling over the news while the grass laughs at me
Ignored by the weeds in their insolent rows
Calvin and his work ethic haunt my idleness
Impatiently urging me to bestir myself
And accomplish something meaningful
In tending the Garden God has given
But
I think
I’ll doze in this lawn chair and dream of you -
After all, what else would you have me do?
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
About a Question Pontius
Pilatus asks of Himself
The epistemology of epistemology
Folds back on itself with a supplemental twist
To lose itself for the first time again
As a collapsed inflation of nothingness
Artificial ignorance regards a void
Densely vacuumed in heavy light
And pronounces it the truth of lies
A dragon-bridge crossing nothing at all
It’s on the InterGossip; it must be true
Existence voided in a nonexistential coup
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Lunch
with My Daughter
If Cinderella had been an attorney
The Ellis County Courthouse would
have been her castle
A little stone Babel of balconies
and turrets
Swimming up to a Southwest Airlines
jet
We sat at an outdoor table across
the street
A small café’ - Butter & Grace –
The Mini
Which we renamed Beurre &
Grace – Le Mini
And savoured a light lunch and the
cool spring day
We savoured music, lunch, a busy
street
And watched the peoples of Texas en
paseo
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Modern
Science of Imprisoned Sound
If thousands boo the vice-president
And NBC filters them out
Is there a sound?
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The 1970s – When Lapels Roamed Wild
In the 1970s’ men’s lapels grew wider and wider
And men’s neckties grew wider and wider
And men’ sideburns grew wider and wider
And they all got so wide that they blew away
(Poof!)
And haven’t been seen since
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the
Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
And in the Darkness Bind Them
-from the ring-verse
in Lord of the Rings
I.
I should pity a certain poor old man
But he has established for us concentration camps
Where pity is forbidden
II.
And why
is Jeffrey Epstein’s ghost
Our fourth branch of government?
