Laughter

The rolling eyes and superstitious of Stevie Wonder, we dance to the hiccupped seeds of you and your grandiose stories told while you exhibit your best ever dance moves—digging potatoes and sideways, left-handed fluting to any ‘ole tune, but especially the lark of me.

We’ve had our overturned days, the gray wash of I must have you do this and you must have me do that and we would be one that Ferris wheel, the tarot deck spin of change that Linda tells us in spiritual context is all a game of make the downs faster and relish a bit on the tops of twittering trees and red and pink lights, we see the Shawn Cassidy in one another’s eyes, you point out the snorts I make, or a perfectly pleased and squealing, baby pig. Me, like Wilbur.

So take my hand and spin me round, tell me again about that moment when we got out of the car, to send off the money order, one dollar, the hollowness of no laughs, the memory of her laughs, the peeling of church bells that was really much softer than that, today, we’ll resurrect pillow bouncing, static hair laughing’s of two, best friends jumping on a
bed—bubbled giggles.

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My muse is here today with me and also participated in freewrite. Please see his writ below (don't encourage him too much ;)

Laugh Monkey C Monchi chi doo
Laugh when the music is funny
Laugh when you shout it out loud
From a bite, From a bunny
Of the tightening of money
Or an explosion from honey
Inside a rhyme scream so crummy
Red buy, The King Dumbees