What is promised and what is bought
what is a cheap laugh for a bit of rough dimes
what is tendered what is got
whooping an' hollering for the thinnest
of lines on your smile--as your cheeks rise
and a smile erupts across your landscape,
spraying ashes of laughter.
I don't doubt he means well.
But laughter isn't a topical ointment
it's not icing on the cake,
it's the plate tectonics of your mind
as what is unseen collides
with what's possible
where the absurd runs rampant
and chaos is out of its cage
there for us to look at
in all its peacock glory
this life
this vain attempt
at understanding
one
another.