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I ain't handsome
charm I've none
poor in ordinary speech
nothing of worth can I reach-

never went to school
I'm a farmer's son
worked daylong
until the setting of sun-

can't read or write
but conversant
with every flower
and plant--content

you're rich and pretty
why would you want
to marry me?
That would be your total misery!

Oh, so you said, now I see:
'  A good gardener
  makes a great lover!'
  if so, I'll marry thee--readily !
Chrysalides burst,
obsidian pinions wilt,
twilight drowns in dusk.

Am I ridiculous?
Are you really serious
in saying this--in earnest?

Never mind-

you're odious
callous
insidious
surreptitious
pompous
mindless
senseless
shameless
spineless
useless
worthless
­purposeless
cantankerous

and no less
preposterous!
 Feb 23 Lizzie Bevis
Paige
There was this thing  you did
Your lips would twitch before you smile
It made you look so lost so fragile
There was thing you did
Your body a trembling mess
As my hands explored the abyss of your silence
There was this thing you did
Your eyes dilated as we fed off the high of our energies
You my only remedy
There was this thing you did
Unintentionally wooling my clarify into pure desire
And dancing to the sounds of my pure want
For you
For us
There was this thing you did
Watch me spill the glass of my love in your hands
Without warning as you watched it fall right through
All because of those things you do
Brooding, intense, with furrowed brow
Jeremy surveys his audience
Forty years on, still belting out the songs
That made him famous
With a touch of resignation he goes on
The first is up-tempo
He’s there to do a job
Conjuring memories
He gives them what they want
Throws in some new ones
To keep himself interested
There’s always an encore
Then he’s off

It’s his annual tour
Work he must
Given the royalties that diminish
Thank God he’s still got the stuff
That voice so powerful, so recognizable
The fans are stalwart
They keep him alive
He sings for their pleasure
He’s a pro who does strive
To give them a thrill
He’s still got the drive

It’s his life
His mission
His raison d’etre
An artist he is
Doing his best
Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

          The Self-Anointed King of America, Greenland, Panama,
          Gaza, Canada, Ukraine, and the Gulf of America Turns His
          Sallow Face to Rome


                     “Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!”

                                          -Macbeth II.iv.37


All of us must pass, but here’s the thing -
Who next will teach from St. Peter’s throne?
I am very much afraid that our warrior-king
Will anoint himself the Bishop of Rome
Life is just this:
in favour
or not in favour-
which does more matter?
Inspiration
is fleet and fast
Look away for a second
and it has passed .
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