Waking up laughing
at the fat kid
binging, rolling
down the hill.

Waking up smiling
from the joke
of falling
that is sleep.

In an old tire
world that blurs,
spinning breezing
washing machine…

Waking up laughing
at etherical
jokes, voices
that do stand-up.

And running
from tornadoes,
from the vice
of living in darkness.

Voices tell me
to laugh and cry,
ask for black
time in a bottle.

Voices gurgle
from the bathroom
drain, gurgle spit-
Wanting attention
and love.


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