It’s not funny,
but I’m laughing, anyway.
Laughing so hard
it hurts.
Hurts more than the memory,
more than the act of it,
more than all the pain
in the world.
Broken puzzles
with no time to solve them,
they’re just pieces
abandoned,
alone.
The call of comfort,
isolated,
indiscernible
from the heavy breathing
of the wretched.
I reached out once
a hand to help them.
Got a “Fuck you!”
and a shot
to the jaw.
Stole my money,
my watch
and my woman,
but I didn’t care at all.
I watched you,
so pristine,
so well balanced.
Claimed you knew the game
and how to win.
Thought you would fix the wasted,
the maimed
and the broken;
now you’re one of them.
Our best minds
won’t even come near this one.
They’re reluctant,
but I know they’re afraid.
Their voices break,
their minds race
and they can’t decide
how to save us,
or if they can,
or what to do,
or anything.
So, I laugh at the joke
that they’re telling.
The one they thought they knew
the punchline to
and so did you.
Wrong from the get-go.
You’re drug was just a placebo.
I’m laughing so hard,
now I’m crying.
I couldn’t say it better myself.
We’re in for the ride
of a lifetime,
maybe the last one,
until this good night.
HAHAHAHA!
SitHG – 2018
