BY LAWRENCE HALL
Something That Will Stick to Your Ribs
When I was a boy I was told to eat balanced meals
“Something that’ll stick to your ribs,” they said
But I didn’t want anything sticking to my ribs
I still don’t
The Stone, the Shell, and the Lance
(See William Wordsworth, Prelude, Book V, line 70 and following)
Mathematics were always quarried stones to me
A chaos of integers, carries, and sums
Cascading down a dusty, crumbling slope
And piled up as a useless heap of rubble
But words, layered words, curving and dancing words
Are shimmering shells in stilly tidal pools
There waiting for my eyes, my thoughts, my speech
To play them, work them, hold them as chalices of truth
And the lance? The knight, he wields his wicked lance
Only to herd poor prisoners into algebra
Everyone is Now a Two-Dimensional Religious Image
News writers are dull, almost catatonic
Dispensing metaphors soporifically phonic
For in their world of the cliched and ironic
Every topic, every person is invariably
Iconic
Keyboard Combatants
“H*** hath no fury like a non-combatant”
- anonymous; dates as early as the American Civil War
Pitching war metaphors toward a people
Who don’t understand metaphors or war
Does not promote prudent self-government
Or peace
Only bullhorns and misspelt signs
The Ninth Commandment 2.0
It’s on the InterGossip; it must be true
Now let us see what people are saying about you!
Goofus and Gallant Revisited
(Thanks to The Atlantic Monthly)
I never paid attention to Goofus and Gallant
Because I sensed that I was being preached at
Only later in life do I appreciate their talent
Much better than the cat who sat on a mat
Havoc
What is havoc, and how does one wreak it?
Havoc is a condition or state of being
That apparently exists only to be wrought
(There is no such word in English as “wreaked”)
A wreak does not now obtain without a havoc
And there is no havoc without a wreak
Two Sovereign Remedies for Depression
Reading a few pages of Wodehouse at bedtime
Is like walking behind a dachshund at any time
Happiness
Wordle for Klingons
Let the captain win now; he is one of your betters—
Revenge is a dish best served with five letters
