Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
You Can’t Squeeze a Turnip Out of Blood
A ship deserting a sinking rat
An envelope pushing anything else
A committee thinking inside a box
Or being reinvented by a wheel
A woman picking up the jaw she dropped
And shelves flying onto the product
A minor motion picture, unpacked jam
Something about a girl with bathroom eyes
The more change things the change more things
For the hamster turning though the wheel is dead
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