Black Laughter

So much black
Laughter on those
Corners, in those places
That slide over our eyes

So much laughter
In cans destined
For the recycle bin

So much black
Laughter that I
Cannot hear

It used to be
100% black laughter
But now it’s down to
About 3% laughter

(That is, if you trust those
who keep count of
Those who count)

it used to sit and
wait like coals in
a barbecue pit and
when it hit the air
you could feel it,
could taste it everywhere

I used to hear it
Clearly like popcorn
Popping at the movie
Show

With all that
Butter melting
Warm on your
Fingers

Passed from
Hand to hand
And washed down
With something cool
While the screen told
Us what life was
Supposed to be

So much black laughter
Trapped, contained
And hidden from our
Ears

The sudden burst of
Black laughter has more
Meaning than the 4th of
Motherfuckin’ July

The city without black
Laughter is like the sun
Turning its back on us

The city without black
Laughter is a city that
Doesn’t know how to
Breathe

So much black
Laughter on those
Corners

In those places
Nearest to
My heart

So much
Laughter I
Can’t hear

© 2016 Tony Robles

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