laughter dies but is never dead
laughter lies outside the back of its head
laughter laughs at what is never said
it trills and squeals and swills in your head
it trills and squeals in the heads of the dead
and so all the lives remain laughing instead
sucked in by the laughter of the severed head
sucked in by the mouths of the laughing dead
About Me
- jae song
- be pleased then, you, the living, in your delightfully warmed bed, before lethe's ice-cold wave will lick your escaping feet...
2 comments:
thank you. I've been thinking this poem all morning in my head. I knew I wasn't alone.
Did you laugh naturally this Christmas? Why does social laugh exist? Thanks Harold for making us meditate with those lines.
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