Monday, March 24, 2014

Crashing Halt

Crashing Halt

All jokes are part of the same joke
The all-encompassing joke we agree we won’t say

That’s fine There are plenty of ripples

The joke-teller pushes the piano to the edge of the roof

The worm you try to save from the sidewalk
is dead and brittle from the sun

Forty years from now flowers will emerge from that other place
the place of the unspoken, all-encompassing joke

A woman will divide one from its life
because of how pretty it is

With a laugh we can push away
all that is not funny

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