Scissors roam my hallways
Cutting through the spindly legs
Of things that want to harm me-
Things that wear a different face
Every time I meet them.

Hammers gather in the yard
That’s overrun with trouble,
Ready to march up and smash
The jagged rocks that trip me
And would ******* me forever.

Saws line the bedroom walls
Where nightmares lurk in corners,
Hoping to devise a way
To spring to life in daytime.
But the saws keep them at bay.

The scythe hides in the garden shed
Keeping watch for dangers,
Waiting for the purple moon
That signifies the time is right
To sally forth and take me.
ljm

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

             Loved Expressed Through Committee Assignments

Do people really love each other today
Or do they negotiate partnering
As if falling in love, or out again
Requires codicils and signatures

Is a rumpled sheet evidence of passion
Or that the party of the second part
Neglected to observe the laundry schedule
Worked out in the last committee meeting

No

There is love
When one hand shyly reaches out to another

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all my mistakes in life
add weight to a scale
of self-judgement–

so far i sense
a balance—

yet it feels to me like
i've let so much ballast
get washed overboard...




s jones
2022



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

                                     The Shooter Possessed

He clutches his demonic delusions
While yelping out his programmed three-beat chants
In a closed loop of mindless obedience
Celebrating the poison fed to him

He clutches his envies and resentments
Until they explode from his magic gun -
When vanities collapse in blood and smoke
And he is abandoned, a howling soul

He clutches at his weeping concrete blocks
While those who sent him clutch their single-malt

Well, ol’ boy
stood in the vista, a little lost
but feet finding the pub
nonetheless

that sun tried to make its point
which, though we acknowledged,
we tried to sidestep

clag mud added heavy boots
while loose, happy chat sat
in apotheosis

til a moussaka
and a couple of sublime fish dishes
let us sit down and rest

after miles
these muscles pretend to ache