Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
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Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Voices are Talking about Nat
The Voices slither about like Lady Macbeth
Claiming arcane knowledge of life and death
Hissing subtly with their smoky breath
Their business manager is a dude named Seth
(Seth attends art school at night and says his instructors don’t understand his depth of existential being-ness and, like, stuff.)
They (The Voices, not Seth) visit me nightly when I’m asleep
Approaching me in crouch and crawl and creep
Desiring to drag my soul down into the deep
Piling my vanities onto a vermiculous heap
(The Voices took my evening class at Cinder Block Community College and slouched sullenly in the back wearing their Grateful Dead baseball caps on the few occasions they bothered to show up. They filed a complaint against me for dropping them.)
They usually lurk in my right parietal
So, shhhhh! - they’re rather anti-societal
(They’re all The Office fans and are looking for affordable housing in Scranton if you know someone with a deal.)
