POEM - punchline
November 6, 2019 at 8:06 pm,
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and it's kind of funny the way i'm back at some television, blue light
screen of diversion from devotion in high
definition and i'm
switching through all
of the channels
he worked on.
this love moves similar
to the snakes i've known; slow
and warm and deliberate
over itself until it has made
no sense
of insignificance; delayed gratification
to perfect satisfaction of
absolute nothing - the true
dance of life. i
guess what i'm trying to say
is that irony is almost always
a good laugh and happenstance is
a close second to that. i fell in love
with over twenty separate names and my
story is known in every bar and
concrete floor (stained bloody)
and i hoped i'd find the one in
primary school. this
new look of brutal advice given to bemused boy
barely aware enough to see my
eyes fall on his lips and cheeks and
nose, in the same way i did for a
boy who now makes ads and
sells his soul in other ways,
is the best
look i have had and
though i laugh for
days
until i am wet with
tears and wild with
hysteria
and i cry
some days at the
bitterness of it all
i still
come home and i
kiss every inch
of myself for
getting
the joke.
is there any greater punchline
than our own?
- Charlotte Griffiths
@C.G.POETRY