and other very short poems by Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated G)
Of Course I Didn’t Worship at The Super Bowl
As a man who had better tend to his soul
Of course I didn’t worship at the Super Bowl
A Cup of Tea in the Hand, A Pointless Neologism on the Lips
“Tea is one of the mainstays of civilization” -George Orwell, “A Nice Cup of Tea,” 1946
In the afternoon (and you can look this uppa)
I don’t want a teafluencer; I want a cuppa
A Meditation on Caspar David Friedrich’s “Wanderer above the Mist”
For victory alone he chooses to exist
He takes a triumphant and well-earned breath
But what if that wanderer above the mist
Slips on a banana peel to his death!
Abject Horror in the Microwave
There are few crimes more likely to drive a man
A man, a sensitive man, a thinking man
To existential despair
Than the foul stench of cooking broccoli
An Instruction in the Virtue of Patience for New Teachers
This truth in teaching children must be told:
A high school boy’s eyes are perpetually rolled
At Dawn: Unremembered Dreams
The Temple veil is torn
And I no longer see
Before Marshal Dillon there was The Thing from Another World
Hear of this early role if you can bear it:
James Arness as a giant carnivorous carrot
Daily Lesson Plans
This day is part of our assignment on earth
I think I need to take more careful notes
Do Not Clench Unto Others
Merciful God in His infinite love
Will never clench His fist at us
Happy to be Bourgeoisie
All cozy in my clichéd’ atmosphere
With a hammock beneath a backyard tree
And my riding lawnmower and a can of beer:
I am happy to be bourgeoisie, you see
I Have Met Charming Murderers
I have met murderers of wit and charm
And saints who were crude and vulgar and coarse
I feared the saints would do me greater harm –
I don’t know what any of this means, of course
If Everyone is an Iconoclast, Then There are no Iconoclasts
They pose as ever-bold iconoclasts
Though they never met an iconophile
And do they even know what an icon is?
Icons are flat; iconoclasts are flatter
Send Not to Ask for What the Vulture Seeks
or
Try not to Look Like a Dead Cow
Coragyps atratus, with wings spread wide
In narrowing circles menacingly
Soars in malignance above the countryside
I think it seeks…I think it seeks…for me!
Soft, Skin-Sensitive Vegan Leather
Is vegan leather
(The grim question must be asked)
Made from real vegans?
Tin Ears in the Hands of an Angry God
-as Jonathan Edwards did not yell
If You are good and kind and loving, O Lord
Then why do You permit
The harpsichord?
We Were Diffidently Addressed
By coy Litotes
Who were not unworthy of
Their reputation
When in Babylon Don’t Do as the Babylonians Do
King Nebuchadnezzar died young, and that’s
From a lifetime of smoking those ziggurats
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